So, this is an idea that I got as I was watching my mom play her piano. And, I kinda just stood there, and thought about music in itself and how it appeals to people, and also how the person playing feels.
And this came to me. :) Neji, to me, just seems like the kind of person who would play piano. And, having taken piano lessons before, and having a really good piano player as my mother I think will help me a lot with this in the music section of this story (Chorus didn't hurt either!).
So. This is a FanFiction about Neji and TenTen and music, along with other characters on the way. This morning I actually sat down and tried to play a few chords. I think I've figured out that I'm only musically inclined in the voice area, but I'm okay with harmonies on piano. Anyway, if this seems a little OoC, I terribly apologize. My greatest thing when writing Fics is to keep the characters as close to original as possible. So, enjoy. :)
Disclaimer: I own not of Naruto or things associated.
To anyone and everyone who has ever picked up and played something, whether it be your voice, a piano, or a rubberband,
This is for you.
Bend.
Playing was easy. It was the deciphering of what the composer was thinking that was harder.
Neji Hyuga could play by ear, a skillful gift indeed. It wasn't just his Byakugan power that considered him a genius.
He usually started slowly, picking up pace as he went along and then ending somewhere in the middle. It was how he had always played.
"Don't mess with that!" Neji said loudly, frightening the sneaking girl.
She shrieked, and the papers flew everywhere. Neji looked down at them, and then at the girl.
"What are you doing?" he asked harshly, not comprehending why Hinata's friend was in his room, messing with his things.
"I was just—"
Neji waited for an answer, his intense glare intending to bore through her. The girl glared back.
"Look, don't try and intimidate me, because it won't work. I just saw your keyboard and music and I came in here. Sue me," she said, crossing her arms in defiance.
Neji looked at her, his eyes narrowing.
Eventually, once seven minutes had passed, the girl picked up the music, shoved it into Neji's arms and left hurriedly, saying, "Sorry," in a bristling tone.
Neji put the music back on the keyboard. He walked to his window, but only to turn around and stare at the music.
"Oh, and by the way," said the girl, coming back into view. "That's really good."
She pointed at the papers and left once more.
Neji rolled his eyes.
The music was simple. Good, was a classification it didn't deserve quite yet.
If you're reading this, I assume you've finished. :)
Tell me what you think.
Like if I should even continue this. :D