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I : He’s just a minor key
Akira breathed in deeply, then pressed down simultaneously.
The united, loud and soft sounds filled all of his senses, the goose bumps-on-skin intro lingering for what felt like eternity.
It was so easy for him to get lost in the progression.
His mind all black and white, fingertips against the aimed wooden pieces – repeatedly on some, moving onto the untouched and touched, further up and down an octave, half of it, a quarter of it. Focus, focus, focus.
Searching for perfection. Searching for satisfaction. Do not break it.
If he did, it would cost him to start all over again, and he wasn’t going to have it. After practicing for so long, thankfully, he no longer needed the music sheets, which were already worn and scrawled and scribbled and kept, inside a drawer and now at the back of his head.
Much to his favor, the notes were flowing endlessly, like they had a few successful times before, all the melody being played accordingly within the increasing and decreasing speed.
One song.
Two different major chords, two scales, so many keys and keys.
Akira started humming, tuning out the external sounds that were foreign to his ears in his mind.
One,
two emotions, blending in together and they were so, so related to what he was feeling.
Then the music stopped abruptly. His mind interrupted and remembered a certain, uninvited familiar figure with dark raven hair, full teasing lips that he’d tasted and words of promises that only meant nothing and silence.