The Pianist
And with his hands, he composed a music that no being has ever head. The harmony and melody combined was so enchanting that those who watched gasped in awe. His fingers glided smoothly over the keys, never miss a beat, Slender, delicate hands that had practiced over and over until everything was announced perfect. And when he finished, he stood up gracefully, and walked off, applause following behind him. The one mystery that left everyone confused was his name.
Behind the curtains, he held his head in his hands, his delicate fingers raking his hairline. No words escaped him, as he continue to listen to the continuing clapping and catcalls. He stood, weary as ever, and tucked his hands deep into his pockets. Reluctantly, he returned to the stage, to his gleaming solitary companion. Sitting down he placed his fingers on the keys, and pushed down angrily. A loud rush of sound echoed across the room. Rather than being a mash of random keys, it morphed into yet another melodic piece, full of tears and screams.
The audience was silent as he played, only a select few noted his eyes. They were closed tightly, hiding the pain he felt, while his hands mashing random keys in some sort of pattern. With a sudden scale, he stopped, and opened his eyes. His cheeks were wet, eyes staring out into the crowd before him. They gasped as he fell to his knees, balling his hands into tight fists. And anguished scream sounded about.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, over and over. Some looked at him in confusion, others with questioning eyes. "I did horrible tonight. I apologize. My wretched music has killed me, and has damaged your poor ears. Please, forgive me."
He spoke nonsense, they mused, listening to his sad pleas. "I am nothing, and will always be nothing I'm sorry."
Only but one spoke, in defense for the pianist. "What are you saying? The words you speak are nothing but nonsense. You, your music, everything is a masterpiece. I couldn't expect anyone to play better than you."
He looked to the woman, as if trying to believe her. "Perhaps," he replied. "I am nothing, but a person who can never please themselves. I strive for perfection, something I know can never be achieved. My name is Remus Lupin," he announced. His words were met with silence. "I wish you all good night." The last words were indeed his last, for when he left, he left, leaving his piano behind, which sat, still gleaming in the stage lights, waiting for another pianist to play its enchanting keys.
Author's Note:
Sorry, for such the long wait. I sort of dropped writing and reading fan fictions for a bit. I actually wrote the first half of this about a month ago, and decided to add on to it today during school. Inspired by Michael Nyman's 'The Piano'. If you haven't heard it, I suggest you listen to it. Hope you all like. I noted the ending is kind of random, especially how he introduces his name, but I hope it doesn't make it too bad. -squee- A Series of Unfortunate Events come out tomorrow!
Disclaimer: Bah, I don't own Remus. Wish I did though.