There’s a point in human life where we recreate some things and that recreation usually ends up with the change in ourselves. Just try and look up a ten story building, your dreams can be fifteen stories higher. Try and look at an apple tree, you can grow just as fine and ripe as that. Try and look at a ship, you can travel across the seas. Try and look at a dry leaf, you may end up like that. But you know what? It’s our decisions that change our fate. And right now, I’m Bach’s broken piece of musical shit and a part of Thomas Edison’s 10,000 ways that didn’t work.630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW1Q3NQmEHz
A month from now, delegates from Juilliard will be coming over to pick-up some prodigies. I am one of those recruits and I was tasked to perform a piece for them. My piano teacher, Mrs. Byrd, had rounded me up with a set of classical and baroque renditions. But I was stuck with the dilemma of choosing the right piece to perform. How could you possibly tell someone to make a musical piece less complicated when he’s already dead? Might as well send my regards and finger to the musical geniuses wherever they are. I’ve made some alterations to make up with the complications and the tempos but I only made things messier and another set of photocopied musical pieces to doodle.
I was doing the prelude of Bach’s Das Wohltemperirte Clavier when I hit the wrong note. My tempo was desperate fast and aggressive fast which made me suck. Too much for prelude 5 in D-sharp.
I dropped another note and I decided to stop. That’s when I heard someone clapping. I looked up at the entrance of the theatre and I found Heaven. She smiled at me as she took down the aisle. Despite my hysteria and exhaustion, I couldn’t help but smile back at her. I think she’s really an angel. A miracle that took the form of the girl I love.
She made her way to me and I sighed away like a dream. My problems had gone with the wind.
“You’re really good.” she said as she leaned on the piano’s edge.
“I suck.” I said as I wrinkled my nose. “I just keep on hitting the wrong notes.”
“What was it you’re playing?”
“Bach’s Das Wohltemperirte Clavier.”
“The Well-Tempered Clavier.” She translated.
“Ah, I didn’t know you can speak German.” I teased.
She snickered. “I know Bach.”
“Oh? So you’re immortal or something?”
“Not in the flesh.” She sneered at me. “The pastor used to play his scores before the mass.”
“Great. Well, I hope I am well-tempered as his musical genius. I think it’s starting to get on me.” I sighed as I rearranged the musical pieces on the piano stand. “I might be a demon because his musical piece bothers me.”
Her eyebrows creased like I was talking in an alien language.
“Mortal Instruments.” I said. Her eyebrows rose in question. I was to say “the movie” and “shadow hunters” when I stopped myself. I didn’t want to weird her out all of a sudden. I am already weird for a musical geek.
She pursed her lips as she invited herself to sit beside me. She looked at my photocopies as if she understood them. Then she started to play a few notes. But they weren’t Bach’s. I recognized them as Francis Lai’s because of its familiar tune. Suddenly, I was four again and I was back in my mother’s room listening to her music box.
“So, you have a bit of music major in you.” I said.
She smiled at me as she stopped playing. “My dad taught me.”
I smiled back. “I’d like to unravel your secrets.”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “There are a lot of people who are as interested as you.”
I raised my eyebrows in sheer fascination. “Well, in that case I should get in line.”
She chuckled. “I think you should play Chopin.” She pointed at the musical piece beside Bach’s. “Bach’s brilliant but I think he’s a bit complicated and Beethoven’s very melodramatic, whereas Chopin’s more of the soloist. He’s a renegade who likes to disregard the rules.”
“Hm. A lot like me.” I smirked at her. “But most of the time his works are fast erratic.”
“Exactly. But I think that’s what makes his scores marvelous.” She retorted with zeal.
I leered at her. “Are you sure you’re an art major?”
She snorted. “Yes, sir.” She collected the musical pieces and she placed Chopin’s Waltz on top.
“I might be bad at this.” I hissed as I looked at the music piece.
“What happened to try and try?” she simpered and I rolled my eyes skyward. She tapped my cheek softly—softly like a soft slap that her touch lingered. “Don’t try to be good because you’ll only end up being bad at it. Instead, try to be bad and be good at it.”
“You have an ironic sense of humor.” I sighed in exhaustion.
“Can you play something for me?” she said and I doubled back facing her. I even blinked twice and she raised her eyebrows at me.
When I finally registered her question inside my head, a ridiculous melody got stuck inside my head and I started playing it to her.
Set fire to your hair
Poke a stick at a grizzly bear
Eat medicine that’s out of date
Use your private parts as piranha bait
Dumb ways to die
So many dumb ways to die
Dumb ways to da-ha-hay
So many dumb ways to die
I turned back to her and she’s giving me that look between a frown and a smile.
“You don’t like it?” I asked her teasingly.
She gawked at me. “Seriously?”
I shrugged and I thought of a song that might stir things up a bit.
“You know, my little cousins love that song.” I said and she chuckled.
“That’s a dumb song for a nursery rhyme.”
Actually, it’s a game’s theme song with the same title. But I didn’t tell her that of course. I didn’t want to upset her.
“But I think that’s what makes people love you. Your silly ways of showing It.” she added. “Sometimes I think I love myself too much that I fail to acknowledge the love of other people.”
“So for a moment could you fall out of love with yourself and fall in love with me?”
I didn’t mean to burst out my feeling that way. I think Scott’s Bluetooth was on and his wayward cheesiness got involved with me. I immediately felt Anna’s discomfort. If I don’t do something, she’s gonna leave. I just knew how she wanted to avoid such topic. So I played the melody that’s in my head.
I started to play three notes at first. I took a peek at her and she looked back at me. I was translating it that she might be thinking of it as my ridiculous way of changing the topic. But truth be told, I’m not getting off the topic. I was just starting.
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I am not a poet but I am told to seize every moment. So if I can’t tell her the right words to say, might as well let the song do the talking.
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You are my song
I turned to her and she had that smile back. I always like that smile and I’d like to keep it that way. If only the sun wouldn’t set on her.
I know for sure
That we were meant to fall in love
With those words, her eyes narrowed at me. I leaned in, too close to her and she moved away from me.
I look in your eyes
I know what you’re thinkin’ of
I smiled as I moved away but I could still see the smile on her face even in my own periphery.
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You are my song
You are my song
Heaven sat beside me while her eyes shimmered like glittering stars. They were in daze. I thought she was right about me. I’ve done silly things to show my love to other people. I didn’t know but ironically, it’s the way I show them how.
There are a lot of stories in life. Sometimes, we just pass by them by turning on to the next page. Some days we remember them, some days we don’t. We find stories with people we get to be with. But why find stories when you can create them?
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You are my song
Why find stories when you already have them? She’s here, right next to me and I can see the greatest story love has ever told…
Tears fell from Heaven’s eyes and I stopped to wipe them away.
“Hey, why are you crying?” I whispered down to her.
She sniffled. “It’s a beautiful song.”
I smiled ridiculously. “Is it really the song?”
She gave me a small smile. “You’re a writer.”
I snorted. “No. I’m a trying hard musician.”
“You turn words into sentences and they become songs. It’s like forming life from words and turning them into stories. Every song tells a story. You’re a writer.”
“I love you, Anna.” I said as I pretended not to hear her changing the topic.
She wiped her flowing tears. “Are you sure?” she sniffled. “Think again. You might change your mind.”
I chuckled. “What makes you think I’d change my mind?”
She shrugged and her eyebrows creased. “Nowadays people say I love you just like they are saying hello.”
I snorted again and she glared at me. “I told you not to love me. You are such a—”
I stopped her words by kissing her. Still holding her face, I leaned my forehead to hers. She blushed but it didn’t really bother me.
She looked at me and I smiled. “I think you had me at a disadvantage.”
“I know. I’m sorry. But I also told you that I’ve prepared myself for a severe impact to the heart.”
Tears started to fall down her eyes again and I wiped them away. I kissed her again and she responded weakly—she’s still resisting.
“There’s nothing wrong with falling in love. You don’t have to be scared. For a moment, forget the risk and just take the fall. If it’s meant to be, then it’s worth it all.”
She smiled and somehow it lightened my heart. “It rhymed.”
“So I’m a poet now?” I asked.
She shook her head. “I’m not scared of getting hurt. I’m scared of hurting you.”
I chuckled. “Don’t worry about me. I have this strong barrier in my heart. I call it a force field. So, have I succeeded opening a window?”
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