The Accidental Duet
Chapter 1
Sitting under the shade of a tree, reading a book is M. She took to the shade a few minutes earlier due to the hot summer sun. A cool breeze brushes by, ruffling the pages a bit, but goes unnoticed. She does not pay much attention to what's around her, eyes glued to the pages of her book. Soon she begins to hear a beautiful tune carried on the breeze. She places the bookmark to mark where she left off and places the book in her small shoulder bag.
As soon as the music came, it dies down, leaving her to wonder if it was just her ears playing a trick on her. Sure enough, it starts again, piquing her curiosity enough to try to find where it's coming from. As she follows the sound, every so often it would stop, and then start back up again.
Time Skip
"Nein! Vhy? Vhy can't I seem to get thiz to feel right?" a voice asks, surprising her. She jumps a bit, startling the owner of the voice. "Who's zhere? Vhat do you vant?" he asks, moving toward the door. When he appears, she is greeted by spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose, gentle violet eyes, a loose hair curved up, a beauty mark gracing his right lower cheek. She notices that he speaks with a thick German accent.
M slowly steps into his line of sight, quickly noticing the piano behind him. "So that's where the music was coming from." She thinks. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you. I was in the field reading not too far from here when I began to hear beautiful music. I was only trying to seeing where it came from. I meant no harm." said M. "You really liked it?" he asks, a slightly shocked look apparent on his face. She nods yes, and asks if she can come in; he complies.
He gleefully shows her over to where his piano is, as well as the music sheets he was working on. She slowly scans over the sheet music, until she gets to a point where she sees quite bit of notes that have been crossed out. "As you can see, it's not qvuite zhere yet." he sighs. "Perhaps you would like some help? Another set of eyes usually does the trick." M offered. "I'm not sure if zhat's such a good idea" he mutters.
It then hits him that he has not even introduced himself yet. "I am so sorry, I completely forgot mein manners; I am Roderich" he says. A light, small laugh escapes M's lips as she says, "Nice to meet you Roderich. My name is M." A perplexed look appears on his face, and M realizes that she needs to explain about her name. "My name is Maylinda, but everyone calls me M for short." They talk a bit more, and then get to work on the music.
As Roderich plays, M vocalizes the notes, as if she was giving the piano an accompaniment. When the trouble area is reached, Roderich stops playing, but M keeps going. And as she does, inspiration strikes Roderich and jots down the notes as she sings. When she stops, she notices that Roderich is grinning from ear to ear. "I think zhat ve found it. Thank you for your help." he says.
Shafts of pink and orange are visible from the corner of M's eye. She gasps, realizing how late it is. "I'm sorry Roderich, I wish I could stay longer but I have to get back home" she says in a rush. She hastily scopes up her bag and rushes out the door towards her home. "Hmm, Vhat a pleasant young lady she is. I vouldn't mean if she came back again." he thinks. As he is about to turn around to head to the kitchen, he spots a small pile of papers that he doesn't remember being there before. As he stoops down to pick them up, he notices two things: 1 that they are in the exact same spot that M's small shoulder bag rested, and 2, there was writing on it.