Soft music wharfed through the halls of the starship, the ship was docked by a nearby planet that was friendly to earth and some of the crew was allowed off for a few days vacation while the ship had a few repairs. The planet was known for its good weather, sites, and braggable photography opportunities that created perfect postcards to send home. Sulu was off in search of one of a flower that only bloomed when the planet had its summer. Chekov really hoped that he found it, Chekov had asked Sulu to take two pictures that way they could both send a postcard with pretty flowers home to there families. And as much as Chekov had wanted to go along when Sulu invited him, Scotty needed assistance with repairs so he chose to stay onboard. It had been a long busy day and Chekov felt the pang of jealousy of all the others having a fun day off while he had to do work. Even though Chekov really didn't have much he'd want to do other than eat or sleep as they'd been working in the hot engine room for over five hours now, it would be nice to have the option to wander the planet. Instead, he accepted the thirty-minute break Scotty offered him while they were waiting for one of the planet's local to deliver a piece of machinery they needed.
Chekov practically ran out the door and to the cafeteria, he munched on two bowls of soup before leaving to wander the ship. He had about twenty minutes left, so there was no time for a nap. He sighed and turned around began walking down the hall back towards the engine room, that was when he found a piano out of the corner of his eye. He marveled at it, walking closer, there was no one else here. It was one of the meeting rooms, but apparently, it had been set up differently for some reason.
It had been a while since had played, but perhaps… he could try. He thought, opening the piano's lid to reveal shiny keys staring up at him. He smiled and soon he was whisked away playing songs he learned from the lessons he had received when he was younger. He didn't notice as the time went by or the people coming to crowd around him, curious as to what the noise coming from the room was. Now, he was running late and Scotty was texting him about the piece being delivered safe and sound and was ready to be put together. Still, Chekov remained engrossed in the music, playing on and on, now it was simply just small pieces that he made up. Finally, it wasn't until Scotty came by and called his name while standing beside him that he got the boy's attention. Chekov jumped and immediately checked his watch before he shot up from the piano. . .