Bagatelle

1.

Brett walks the hall with a face that shows his little willing to live after a day at school.
He let's out a big yawn, while going upstairs.

He's wearing the school uniform, a white shirt and blue pants with sneackers.
His eyes are half open, looking straight to the floor. His hair is messed up from the nap he took on English class.

The other students at school, walks by without noticing him. They follow opposite directions. Everyone is leaving, but Brett is going up and up stairs, to the last floor.

Through the window, he watches a small group of people chatting by the entrance.

A tall boy in the centre, and a group of five girls surrounding him, laughing loudly.
He fixes his glasses and keeps walking, ignoring them as he always do.

He's not good at talking. So he doesn't talk. It's not like he hates everyone, but he likes them more from far away.

He finally arrives to the music room, and a tiny smile appears on his face while he opens the door slowly.
The piano at the back of the room, is waiting for him.

The room is spacious. A big window on the side, where the light of the sun comes through the white silk curtains, and gives the space a luminous atmosphere.

He walks across the room and throughs away his bag. He sits on the piano chair, and takes out his phone and headphones of his pocket. He puts some music.

And waits.

Little by little, the noise, the voices and the laughter of the other kids, gets quite.
After half an hour, the sound has ceased completely. Only the birds flying across the windows, and the cars at the distance.

He takes his earphones off, stretches his hands.

His fingers caresses the keys softly.
And then he begins to play.

He starts warming up in scales on the piano.

His fingers feels more natural over the keys. Running up and down the notes. His body relaxes. He lifts his head up, and starts playing the piece he was listening to a couple of minutes ago.

A bit quicker. A bit more joyful. Because he now is in such a great mood, the melody can't possibly be any less than happy.
He closes his eyes, and let his fingers dance freely.

This time, the melody starts changing, little by little. It's a new piece.

It's Brett's melody now.

A sweet, colourful and warm piece. But still, a bit nostalgic. He sees the notes inside his head appearing as bubbles, and he's catching each one with the tip of his fingers.

He raises his eyebrows up and down with the music. Enjoying the cold touch of the ivory.

He takes a big breath and smiles gently as the piece gets more and more slowly, the keys begin to appear more spaced.

Gently, his fingers starts walking more slowly. Till they stop completely, and a sweet silence starts filling the room.

With his eyes closed, Brett takes a big breath. And open his eyes slowly.

All of a sudden, the door opens violently. Brett jumps from the chair, and turns to see in direction of the entrance. His eyes wide open in fear...

He founds a tall smiling guy, approaching him with energy. And before he can do anything, the big hands of this boy, are shaking hims.

"That was beautiful, bro!", he tells Brett, who is speechless.

"What kind of piece was that one?", he asks with a loud voice.

Brett was looking at his mouth while he was speaking. But, when he turns his eyes to hims, he discovers a small sparkling dark eyes with tears falling down his face. Still, a big smile. Wide, and messy.

What the fuck?, he thinks overwhelmed.

Brett suddenly realises, his hand is still taken. So in a quick movement, he lets go off that hand, and fix his glasses nervously, breaking the eye contact and trying to make his way out of there.
Let's get out of here, NOW!

But a hand on his chest, gently stops him.

"Oh, no!", the tall boy calls, "Don't leave!", he pleads. "I'm sorry! I got too excited. Please, can I know your name?", he says trying to make eye contact with Brett, who finally turns to see him in to the eyes.

Brett's black eyes are burning in anger, but his cheeks are blushed in a light pink. He let his guard down, and was angry with himself for being so careless. And also, by the presence of this intruder.

Why the fuck is this guy still on school, anyway?

"No", he says while firmly pushing the tall boy away and taking his bag from the floor. Running away from the room.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!, he whispers to himself while running downstairs.

He groans irritated while walking to the front door of school, people on street looks at the asian crazy dude talking to himself with fear. He doesn't even notice.

His secret has been discovered, and that makes him furious. And on top of all, the one who finds out it's such a weird guy.

"Fuck!", he groans again, while walking in direction of the bus stop. "I hate my life", he sighs.

The bus arrives, and Brett gets in.