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Record: Kristoph Gavin - the rise and fall
there was a secret chord
Gentle, softly drawn melodies continuously filled the small but spacious apartment that houses two blond men.
The younger is producing the said sounds from an old and worn-out, brown spinet piano that had probably seen better days in hands of professionals – but now is in the careful care of a natural amateur, slowly honing his talents. His eyes are closed, as if feeling the music that he is playing, while his nimble fingers moved along the keys without any guidance from his sight. Occasionally –the boy will open his eyes and glance at the board, just to check the position of his fingers.
Across him, the older of the two is sat on a study desk – organized but with books piling up on one side – and appears to be studying. He is humming along with the music, occasionally nodding in approval as well while he meticulously turned the pages of his rather thick book about law.
They look like a scene, two brothers sharing a serene moment under the sunlight streaming through the window of their apartment. The piece that the younger is playing is simple and kind of upbeat but in a melancholic way, beautiful that it will bring you to tears.
Kristoph adjusts his glasses and doesn’t say anything until the last note is played and the piece has come to an end. When it does, he places a bookmark on his book and puts it down, gives a small clap for his younger brother.
“Well done, Klavier. Pachelbel?”
The younger nods happily at his brother for guessing it right, “Ja, Canon in D Major! I think it’s perfect this time!”
He smiles a bit, “I expected nothing less, Klavier. Skill is, after all, a raw talent that is honed.”
Klavier beams at the praise – which was also a piece of thinly veiled advice – and thrums his fingers across the keys, “Do you think I’d be able to play for a big crowd? I want to share my music with everyone!”
Kristoph chuckles when the younger gives him a hopeful glance. Naïve, optimistic dreams of a child – sometimes he forgets that his brother is still young.
“I’m not quite sure,” he replies honestly, dimming the hope in little Klavier’s eyes.
He opens his book again, his fingers twirling the pages. He hums as if considering something, and then smiles back at his brother, “What I’m sure of is that you are tied to music. You were named after it.”
Then Kristoph returns to studying, not needing to see the joyous look on his brother’s face. He had an exam to study for, anyways. Kristoph Gavin isn’t that cruel of a brother to crush his brother’s hopes and dreams.