Pale Boy |•| op.1

A story in which a twenty year old college student that majors in musical arts tries to coup with her mental condition. The voices in her head tell her no and the people only she can see point her to the wrong directions. What will happen to her dream of playing in front of an audience if she can't even play for herself?
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I played the keys fluently and softly just like he had taught me.
"You're doing great," he reassured me.
I bit my lip and reopened my eyes to see him staring at my expression with his wide eyes.
His refreshing gaze made my cheeks flush red. I covered my face with my hands and giggled into my palms.
"What is it?" He asked, catching the giggles from me.
"You...staring at me like that," i uncovered my face.
His smile faded as his phone buzzed in his back pocket.
His eyes scanned the screen in a worried manner.
"I-I have to go," he panicked.
I sputtered, "Okay."
He slung his backpack strap over his shoulder and sprinted off the stage and to the doors. I watched him exit the auditorium and Mr. Walsh walk in with his cheeky grin.
"Good morning," Mr. Walsh greeted.