Sweetly biting

Prologue

Nobody knew about it.

Nobody knew about it, and I doubted anyone ever would.

The tingling sensation in my fingertips.

The nausea.

The black dots swimming before my eyes.

All signs and symptoms of how incredibly nervous I was.

Nobody would know about it because I never spoke about it.

Or anything else, for that matter. As a matter of fact, I just didn't speak.

It didn't diminish with time, the nervousness, no matter how experienced I became or how big arenas I played. It never got any better, no matter how far up I climbed on the world ranks. And now, I was number one. The top pianist in the world. But still, the nerves came. That was, until the curtains opened and I could hear the audience. Then, that tingling in my fingertips became electrical nerve impulses that enabled my hands to move deftly over the keys, allowed me to weave a complicated pattern over the black and white rectangles of my wing.

But this time, something is different...

The curtains were still closed, and I was waiting for that tingling sensation, that nausea, usually tenfold when there were TV-cameras involved.

But it never came.

Why?

I looked sideways underneath my long fringe, that I kept that length to help me disconnect from the audience and concentrate. Or really because I was simply shy. I looked at him.

He radiated calm, composition, coolness... He looked incredible and would totally steal the show from me. I smirked a little. I won't mind that... 

I was curious about him. I knew he could sing, but I'd never heard him myself other than the scales we'd practiced. I hadn't even bothered to search him up online when I found out we would be performing together. Honestly because I had been furious; I never did anything but solo, and they knew that. It wasn't because I was self-centred and wanted the stage for myself - I would have loved someone to take some of the attention away from me - but rather because I didn't want anyone to figure out why I didn't... But they had me locked up in a contract and I couldn't say no. But now, seeing him, sensing him, even... Maybe I should have listened to at least one song...

I put my head down again, still with that smirk on my face. What is this feeling?

The curtains came apart.

I struck a tone on my piano that corresponded to his range of voice.

He took a deep breath and started singing.

And I was lost.

In his voice.

In his music.

In all that was him.

In all that was him and my creation mingled together.

It changed my life forever.

In a way, I realised, my life had changed forever as soon as I saw him.