The elites (discontinued)

Chapter 8: Henrietta's point of view

The next two days past by in a blur. My mornings and afternoons were spent in school while my evenings were spent practicing my piano in the Willow Complex. I knew I had to work harder or else I'll never pass the audition.

Sometimes, I would peek into Yvan's room just to see him working as hard...or even harder that me. I sighed. It was a little strange to see the usually lazy Yvan get so worked up. He was planning to audition to the same school with me. After all, our talent which bought us to the Willow Complex is music. Yvan for his violin and me for my piano.

On tuesday night, I watched Yvan's tall figure sway to the rythm of the music. The violin rested lightly on his broad shoulder while he gracefully fingered the bow. The wondrous tune spilled out from the elegant instrument as his bow graciously slide over the string. The tune began low and slow before gradually growing faster and faster until it was a happy and lively melody. It filled me with so many emotions that I can't help but marvel at its beauty. Deep inside I knew that he would wow the judges.

I returned back to my room to practice the piano. My fingers naturally got into the usual routine, going up and down the scales to warm up. Then I began playing the song I had practiced over and over again for the past few months, making sure that the rythm and notes were perfect. The romantic tune filled the room, getting louder and softer at appropriate moments, giving one the image of a huge ball going on and then slowly slipping out of the ball, into the silence of the night to exchange words with a handsome stranger. The song ended on a light note, giving the image of a soft feathery kiss on the lips.

The sound of applause resounded and I turned to see Yvan at the door.

'That was amazing, Milady,'  He said as he advanced towards me.

'It was my pleasure, my fine gentleman,' I replied, playing along. Already, I could feel my cheeks flaming. Since when was he there and how much did he listen to? I didn't notice his presence behind me at all.

'You are too polite, Milady. May I have the pleasure of a dance?' He asked before bowing and stretching his hands towards me.

'Now you are being silly. There is no music to dance to,' I giggled.

'Oh damn you just ruined it,' he flashed a charming smile. 'So are you going to deny me the pleasure of your company?'

'Nope. Anyway, I thought you were practicing just now,' I said. 'I really hope that the two of us will pass the audition.'

'Yeah me too,' he replied taking a seat beside me on the piano chair. 'I wanna go to the same school with you.'

'Me too! Though I kind of wish we can be in the same school again with Mira, Jeremy,Joe and the rest after graduating. But I guess thats impossible,'  I sighed.

'Hey...just me there is not enough?' He smirked as he played with my hair.

'No, its not,' I replied,smiling and he looked slightly wounded. 'Just kidding. You are everything to me.'

'Love you,' he said as he leaned down and smacked his lips against mine. Though I was shocked, I did not fight him. Instead, I put my hands around his neck, pulling him closer to me and deepening the kiss. His soft lips felt amazing against mine.

'Love you too,' I whispered into his ears when he pulled away, breaking the kiss.

'Lets go to Medley together tomorrow. Our audition is at the same time right?' He grinned.

'Yeap it is. Lets go together then,' I replied, my lips still tingling from his touch.

'Good night,' he said as he gave me a quick peck on the cheek.

'Good night,' I said, gently putting my hands on my cheek, the warmt from his lips remained.

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