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This is my first attempt at posting my writing. Constructive criticism welcome.
They had settled into a routine. At noon each day, she would play her piano, and he'd draw. She would play a different song each day. He would draw something different each day.
Today, as his hands flew madly over the canvas in a burst of inspiration, she was slightly bent over, passionately playing Pachelbel's Canon in D with her eyes closed and a ghost of a smile on her face.
Minutes passed and Canon was coming to an end. Sai stopped his movements and leaned back in his chair, pleased with his latest piece. A girl wearing hair in two buns was poised gracefully over the piano, her eyes closed in peace and her lips curled into a tiny smile. The dark-haired man smiled and made a decision. Just this once, he will give his art a name.
Just as the last chord died, Sai whispered, "Beautiful."