"A Kendall Knight concert?" James asked and arched an eyebrow. "Now why would I go there? I've never heard of him." He continued and shook his head.

The brunette girl beside him rolled her eyes and let out a squeal. "Because! My mom won't let me go alone and I have to go and see him! He's so handsome and amazing!" She squeaked and shook the tall brunet by his shoulders.

"Calm down, Camille." James chuckled and shrugged her off and grabbed a better hold of his white cane and adjusted his silvery sunglasses before smiling down at his friend. "If it's that important to you then sure, I'll come with you." He said and Camille squealed and hugged him.

"Thank you, James!" She cried out and burst into a fit of giggles. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She chanted and James patted her back. "You're not gonna regret it! You're going to love it! I promise you." Camille said and James nodded his head. "I'll be at your house tomorrow by six, alright?" She asked.

"Sure." James replied calmly and Camille let him go and jumped back.

Camille thanked him again and then she hurried away leaving the brunet in the small cafe. James let out a quiet sigh and carefully got up from his seat and grabbed his white cane and left the cafe and made his way down the street. He walked slowly and let his cane hover above the ground in front of him, warning him in case there was an obstacle he could fall over.

The way to his apartment and the cafe was since long memorized and James had no problems finding his way there and back again, despite his blindness. James counted it to four hundred and twenty six steps before taking a left and going another fifty seven steps and then turning left again and went into the closest door and up one floor and into the second apartment on the right.

Once he was inside he shrugged his jacket off and hung it on the hanger by the door and kicked his shoes off and then went to the small kitchen and opened the large refrigerator. He felt around in the fridge taking one of the water bottles on the right.

James' helper Carlos – an energetic latino with a constant good mood – always made sure to put the water bottles to the right in the fridge, on the top shelf and he always made sure that James knew that. By now the two didn't even have to tell each other things like this, James knew the drill and Carlos only helped with the things James couldn't do on his own, such as cook, do dishes or laundry and clean.

The brunet made himself a snack – which was just cereal with almond milk – and brought his bowl and sat down by the table, eating it and then walking into his room and sitting down by his piano and playing for a bit.

"Hello? James?" He heard after a while of playing and moments later he heard a low chuckling. "There you are." Carlos said from the doorway. "Sorry I'm late." He said. "The traffic was horrible! But I stopped and got some chicken on the way." He said.

"I can smell that." James said with a smile and got up, following the latino into the kitchen. "I had cereal a while ago." he said. "But I'd love to help out if I can." He offered.

Carlos accepted the help and James got the task of stirring the sauce, given the instruction that it shouldn't feel too liquid and not too solid and James gladly took on the task while Carlos went ahead to prepare everything else.

"Camille is taking me to a concert tomorrow night." James announced, his hazel eyes staring into the distance – like always.

"That sounds like fun!" Carlos chirped and nodded. He cut the already cooked chicken and then put it on a plate. "Who's playing?" He asked. James shrugged his shoulders and continued to stir in the pot on the stove.

"Some guy named Kendall Knight." He said. "I don't know who he is but Camille said he was good." He said and Carlos chuckled. "I look forward to it." James continued and smiled. "Do you think there will be a lot of people?" He asked.

"Hm, I don't know. I've never heard of a Kendall Knight." Carlos said and shook his head.

James let out a breath and shook his head. "It'll be a surprise then." He said. "Maybe I'll ask Kelly tomorrow?" he suggested. Carlos told him that it was an excellent idea and the two kept small talking about their days while cooking dinner.

Linelineline

"Kelly? Can I ask you a question?" James asked and the dark skinned woman chuckled a bit and shuffled her papers around.

"Of course you can, James." She said and turned to the brunet that sat comfortable by the piano and let his fingers lightly trace over the smooth black surface. "What's on your mind?" Kelly asked and James nibbled a bit on his bottom lip.

"My friend is taking me to a concert tonight." James said. "A Kendall Knight concert and I... I just wondered if you knew who he is." He explained. "I would check it out but my computer is acting up and I can't use it." He said and sighed a bit.

"Oh." Kelly said and continued to sort her papers before putting them in order on the table.

"Do you know who he is?" James asked and looked a little confused in a way only James Diamond could. His eyes glossy and lips pressed into a tiny and almost unnoticeable pout.

Kelly gave a small chuckle. "Oh, why yes." She replied. "He's quite a handsome guy." She said and smiled. "Talented song writer and a good singer." She said and sighed a bit. "He seems like a nice guy even though he's dating that monster of a girl that's only famous for her daddy's money." She said with a roll of her eyes.

"Alright." James said, curiosity stilled slightly. "Maybe I'll be famous like him someday?" He asked and chuckled. "But I'm not gonna date mean girls with too much money." He assured and Kelly laughed.

"That's my Jamie." She said and nodded. "Now, shall we take it up where we left it last time?" She asked and James nodded eagerly and stretched his fingers a bit before placing them on the piano's keys and Kelly smiled. "Go ahead." She said and James started playing.

He was light on his fingers and the digits danced back and forth over the black and white keys, filling the room with a rather cheerful little tune he had been working on for about a week. James got lost in his music for a moment, improvising out a new part and giving a happy smile as the notes seemed to swirl around in the room.

Music was everything to James. He loved singing and he himself thought that maybe he had an ounce of talent and maybe he'd be able to make it somewhat big in the future. But out of all the things in the world he loved playing the piano the most. The piano was his most precious friend and companion. Sleek black and white keys that gave off sounds that sounded like a million colors in James' ears. It was almost as if he could see when he played the piano, at least it felt like he saw something.

"That sounds amazing, James." Kelly said silently when the brunet let the notes fade out and James smiled brightly. "You're truly amazing." Kelly told him and rubbed her hand on his shoulder.

linelineline

"Carlos?" James called out when he heard the helper enter the apartment. "Could you help me with something?" He asked and moments later Carlos was by his side, in the middle of taking his jacket off and trying to untangle himself from his scarf.

"Sure thing!" Carlos chirped and smiled. "What do you need?" He asked and James smiled a bit and pointed into the general direction of his wardrobe.

"Um... I was wondering if you could help me find an outfit for tonight." He said. "I can't really tell what looks good so... you'll have to help me." He said and clutched a gray shirt in his hands. "What color is this?" he asked.

"It's gray." Carlos chuckled and took the shirt from James and held it up and eyed it. "What color would you like to wear?" He asked and opened James' wardrobe, hanging the shirt up on a hanger. Most of James' wardrobe was very similar and it didn't really matter what clothes you chose since they all kind of matched together. Then again James wanted to dress up and matching colors is hard when you can't even see them.

James thought for a moment and looked a little confused. "Um... I don't know." He said. "Blue? Or maybe green?" He suggested. Carlos nodded and took out a green button up shirt and handed it to the brunet.

"This one is green." He explained. "But... more like army green than actually green." He explained. "Would jeans be alright with that?" He asked and the brunet nodded and took the shirt in his hands and felt the soft fabric between his fingers. "I'll bring out a nice pair of shoes for you. You like your new sneakers, right? Will those do?"

"They'll do perfect, thank you, Carlos." James said and smiled. "Also, I was going to ask you about the computer." He continued. "The voice reader stopped working, can you have a look at it?" He asked and Carlos nodded his head and went to check the computer out.

After just a few moments – James patiently waiting during that time – the latino explained that the software just needed to be updated and made sure to do that before getting up and walking off to prepare dinner for the blind man.

James took the opportunity to sit by the piano and just play with different kind of styles and tunes until Carlos called out that dinner was ready and the brunet hurried to get up and out into the kitchen.

"You play beautifully, James." Carlos said and James blushed.

"Thank you..." He mumbled shyly and then cleared his throat. "Um... What's for dinner?" He quickly asked and had a seat by the table.

Carlos smiled a bit. "Your favorite steak." He said and James lit up like a sun. Carlos couldn't help but smile. James was just so precious and he was a ridiculously talented pianist. Carlos couldn't help but wonder why he was being so shy and modest.

Someone just had to make the brunet understand what an amazing guy he was.


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