A\N: I'M ALIVE! Sorry, this chapter is shorter than i usually write them. The next chapter will be better.. and longer.. hopefully.
Katsuki Yuuri was a dime-a-dozen Japanese pianist.
Keyword was.
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On Love: Eros was a relatively fast and lively piece. It was a good composition, considering Yuuri hadn't worked on it as much as he usually did for pieces. It was just missing something, missing that spark.
Yuuri let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his messy ebony locks. I'll work on it later.
He decided to follow his daily routine and go busking.
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Victor watched the young man's fingers dance over the keys, coaxing a string of notes from the instrument. The soft melody rang in the air, ending on a final note.
He didn't hesitate to applaud loudly. "Brilliant!"
The pianist looked up, and for a second, Victor can see the heavy bags under his eyes and he knew that quite some work has been put into the piece.
"O-Oh? Um, Victor?" The man yelps.
"That's me." Victor beamed at him, causing the musician to flush a shade of red. He thought it looked quite pretty. The man seemed to be shy.
"Uh… I-I really like your skating…" he mumbled under his breath. The figure skater blinked. " What was that?"
"N-nothing!"
" That was great." The figure skater noted, " Will you be here tomorrow? Same time?"
"Um, yes!" The other man nodded.
It was only when they parted ways did Victor realise he didn't know the musician's name.
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"Let me get this right- you talked to Victor Nikiforov and he said he liked your music?"
"W-well, um, he said it was great, but he didn't actually explicitly say he liked it and-"
Phichit cackled. "Oh, you soo like him!"
The flustered musician spluttered something close to a no while the Thai man laughed hysterically on the other end of the phone.
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Yuuri yawned as he stretched his arms and rubbed the sleep from his eyes before grabbing his glasses. The pianist looked up at the clock hanging on his wall-
9:00.
9:00.
He was supposed to be in the market busking an hour ago.