Loneliness.
The look on her face when she smiled at him. He would never forget it. It was like she could look right through him, always making sure he was okay. She never had to ask, she just knew.
Everytime he had a problem, she knew. She saw it in his eyes, being the only one that saw his actual emotions behind his showface.
He always tried to hide his feelings from everybody, but she would know everything about him by just looking into his eyes. She never said a word though, knowing he would come to her when he felt like it. He always did.
Sometimes he would stay after rehearsal and just talk to her, tell her what bothered him. She made him sing his pain away.
The pain of being lonely, while his parents were on a business trip.
The pain of being lonely, while his parents were at home, but didn't care about him in any way.
The pain of being lonely, while talking to his friends in school, knowing they weren't real friends and they just liked him, because he was a star.
The pain of being lonely at rehearsals, while he was standing in the too bright spotlight without anyone beside him, because noone could ever be as great as him.
He sang it away, she played the piano.
It was like he could leave the reality behind for an hour or two, by just being with her.
Sometimes they sang a duet and he actually felt like she could be the one standing next to him in the spotlight. She deserved it. Her voice was made for the stage.
She was his mentor, his muse and in some way, the only real friend he had ever had.
Their hours in the auditorium made him forget about everything and everyone. He couldn't care less about the outside while he was with her.
When he went home, he always smiled. Part of him stayed with her everytime he left.
He would see her in school the next day, passing her in the hallway. He would greet her and think about their last private meeting, and smile again.
Sometimes it would be weeks between these meetings, two or three, maybe four weeks.
He would come when he needed her, both of them knew that.
When he was alone at night, he thought of her, how it would be if she was there, if he was with her. It wasn't really sexual, she was his closest friend, although he knew she was totally gorgeous.
Sometimes he thought she was the key to his loneliness.
He thought about her, when he was alone, when he was with others who didn't really care and even when he was with her, but they weren't alone.
At rehearsals they were always professional, keeping their distance. There were compliments here or there, but all in all she treated him like everyone else.
And after rehearsals he would come to her again, sit down on the piano bench beside her and talk to her, then sing to her, then sing with her.
It had never been something sexual...
...'til now!
TBC
A/N: Comments? I don't even know where I'm going with this, so please comment and tell me where you might want it to go^^! Hope there are not too many mistakes in here. Still need a BETA! luv u guys!