Your Song
Michiru sat on a black stool, all alone on the dark stage. Her heart fluttered with nervousness.
The curtains lifted and a spotlight surrounded her figure.
She looked up, paused for a little too long, and with a deep breath, began to play.
She was wearing a beautiful teal dress that night that glittered like the ocean. She could feel the hum of her string instrument in her heart.
Michiru was playing Beethoven's Concerto for Violin and Orchestra in D Major, however the orchestra was in their pit below and she was alone on stage – the star.
When Michiru played the violin, she felt so at ease. Waves rushed through her and she reminisced of some ancient planet covered in water – Neptune.
She had never taken special interest in astronomy, but she thought the planet was beautiful and liked to imagine a castle there, with a princess and a court, but that was merely a silly thought.
The audience applauded with her final note. She closed her eyes and bowed gracefully.
Upon looking at the audience, something sparkling caught her eye.
It was a young man, possibly in his early twenties with golden hair and dark blue eyes.
He was applauding like everyone else, but his lips seemed curled up into a smirk. His face was rather soft and feminine for a boy, she thought.
The curtains fell and she left the stage and packed up her violin.
She reapplied some sheer pink lip-gloss from her purse and exited the back entrance of the theatre through a concrete stairwell.