I wanna be yours

As he entered the stage, the loud cheerings filled the concert room instantly. People, all so different, were doing the same thing. They, just like me, were already fascinated by the musician in the black suit. The room was excited, because whenever he sits down to play something, the listeners get hypnotized by the sounds that leave his instrument.

But in the end, he had zero joy towards what he was doing, not that he hated playing, but he hated playing in front of someone. He was indeed very much fond of staying in his room practicing all day long.

Even though i knew the way he hated our existence in this room, deep down i still couldn't help but appear in this concert hall. Since the day i have learned about his mesmerizing existence, i never missed any single one of his performances.

He not only had a hold on his cello, but it seemed like he had more powerful kind of hold on me.