Pearlnet Bomb Day 4: Music/Fusion
Long, slender fingers glided over the keys drawing out the soft notes of the song's intro. The quiet tones filled the empty room with a melancholic nostalgia. With each measure the volume grew gradually louder as intro merged with the first verse, the tone changing with the volume. Bit by bit it felt bolder, stronger, and more determined. The fingers moved more quickly now, expertly playing chords and arpeggios as the musician put more emotion into their performance.
So caught up the their playing, the pianist didn't notice the door to the music room open and shut, nor did they hear the sounds of the clasps of a violin case opening. Even the sounds of someone tuning their instrument were lost to the player's fervor. However, when the first accompanying phrases were played in perfect harmony with the song, the pianist's eyes opened. Their fingers never faltered, but the tone shifted again to match her bewilderment.
Agile fingers slid along the strings as the newcomer changed keys to match the melody. The pianist knew of the musician playing with her. She'd attended the concerts the strawberry blonde often performed in and drunk in every wondrous moment. She'd never thought the famous woman would approach her. Yet here she was, her hands drawing out the most amazing sounds from her violin, always in sync with her partner. Amazed, the music felt lighter and happier. They continued playing with the piano leading the violin through various key and time changes. There was no sheet music, no strict rules or singular style they adhered to; both played as the mood directed.
Hours passed with the two musicians unaware of it. It wasn't until a friend of the violinist came by to find her that they drew their duet to a halt. As she put her instrument away and loosened her bow to preserve the horse hair, the violinist smiled up at her. "It's alright, Kiki. I'll be there in a moment. Why don't you go ahead?"
"Alright Pearl, but you should hurry. The director's announcing the new practice schedule at tonight's meeting." The girl said. She waved goodbye to the woman still seated at the piano. Pearl close the lid of her violin case, expertly securing the latches before rising to her full height and stretching, She looked shyly at the other woman as if just then realizing she may not have been wanted.
Blushing fiercely she held out a hand. "You play beautifully."
A mocha colored hand clasped hers firmly. "You do too. I'm Garnet."
"Pearl." She narrowed her eyes in thought before recognition hit her. "You're the one who always leaves me flowers after my concerts. They're lovely. Thank you."
"Y-you're welcome." Garnet stammered feeling her cheeks heat up. "If you want, we can play together again some time. If you're not too busy," she added. Pearl smiled, squeezing her hand.
"I'd love to," she replied. "May I have your number? I'll text you when I know my schedule."
They quickly exchanged phone numbers, and Pearl let after that with a wide grin mirroring Garnet's.