A further six months had passed since our first opening night of The Black Swan. Soobin was out with Yeonjun on a little 'expedition'; acquiring further bagged blood since the refrigerators were becoming bare. I decided I didn't really want to be part of it and I stayed home to play some of the many instruments that Soobin had graciously purchased for me. The study was now full of them. Percussion, brass, woodwind, strings, guitars and of course, Soobin's 18th century piano sitting in the middle of them all. It was a dream.
I sat on the chaise, a freshly acquired Gibson Hummingbird acoustic guitar laying across my lap. God, she was beautiful. The vintage cherry-red starburst finish, the pearl inlay along the neck, the engraved pickguard, delicately decorated with small flowers, leaves and hummingbirds feeding on them. An immaculate combination of spruce, walnut and mahogany wood that smelled like a forest of wonder and dreams. Perfection.
It was second-hand, brought into Jack's store but had been kept in incredible condition. I saw it sitting in the front display window one evening on a walk with Soobin and something about it just spoke to me through the glass. I couldn't resist it. So very pretty. Almost too perfect to touch. Some people would have been quite happy to just put it on silent display, but what a waste that would have been. Whoever had owned it beforehand had truly cared about it and this would be my first time playing it.
I began an acoustic song that had been piecing itself together in my head ever since I purchased the guitar. I'm not sure where the chord progression or the lyrics came from, but, just like the guitar, they spoke to me; calling out to be played.
I began and God, it sounded like heaven. Meticulously handmade. No horrible buzzing of the strings like with some cheaper variants of guitars. Stayed in tune without a fuss. Easy action. What more could a guitarist want?
I began singing after the instrumental intro, relaxing into the mood of the laid-back song that I had written in my head.
We couldn't turn around
'Till we were upside down
I'll be the bad guy now
But no I ain't too proud
"Uh.." I stopped. My head was hurting all of a sudden.
I pressed my fingers into the side of my temple with the sudden pain I felt there. Vampires never got headaches. Except for the similar feeling of bloodlust, but I knew that kind of pain. This was different. I sat there for a moment and slowly began to feel it fade away.
"Weird.." I whispered and continued on with the song from where I stopped.
Seasons change and our love went cold
Feed the flame 'cause we can't let go
Runaway, but we're running in circles
"Jesus Christ.." I stopped once more, the pain in my head returning and a small pulling strain upon my right shoulder blade.
"What the hell.." I whispered out loud to myself, rubbing at my head and turning my shoulder over a few times to loosen the stiffened muscles within it. My vision was becoming slightly blurred, almost returning to the lacklustre sight I had as a human. I shook my head and took in a deep breath, slowly feeling the strain start to ease away once more.
I almost didn't want to play anymore, but the sound behind the craftsmanship of this instrument just compelled me to keep going. I was.. Becoming addicted to it. An unknown spell cast upon me in the solitude of the room. I placed my fingers upon the fretboard and continued once more.
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New World | SOOKAI
FanfictionKai, a 20 year old musician is pushed to the brink of his existence through a series of unfortunate events. He happens upon a mysterious man one night with whom holds an interest in his talent and an old fashioned charm to him, the likes of which al...
