[Mister the Tall Pianist]

Part 4

Hey there, [Name] (at least I hope you're the one reading that note and that nobody else picked it up before you)

My name's Berthold (a.k.a. Mister the Tall Pianist). Nice to meet you.

You laughed quietly as Berthold had to use 2 post-its to reply to your message, but felt incredibly happy that he did.

You tucked the pieces of paper in your agenda to be conserved and climbed up the stairs to go to your usual spot in the tier, the nearest to the stage where the grand piano stood, and settled to study.

As per usual, Berthold came in just a few minutes after you, starting a tune quietly at first, as if he didn't want to be heard. However, try as he might, he couldn't help himself from getting absorbed by the vibrations of the grand piano.

You would take a peek at him from time to time only to see him with his eyes closed peacefully as his fingers graced the keyboard, having learned their dance a while ago.

Today's song reminded you of a prayer. You felt like Berthold was trying to reach out to the Heavens with the high notes, but remembered his status as a lowly human being through the lower notes, quieter, more modest. It held such a yearning for... such a yearning for something that you couldn't put your finger on that it made you curious all over again.

So when you were about to leave the hall after your study lesson, you left another note for him, exactly where you had left yours the first time.

Your music was beautiful as always. Really helpful for my studying! J

But tell me, what is it you were praying for back there on the stage?