How She Plays

It's truly a hard thing to explain Nodame's style.

She crescendoes and diminuendoes, her tempo becoming a beautiful mess. Nodame's style is like hearing someone sing. Jazz, pop, rock, opera, I'm hearing so many voices all in one note.

Nodame's slur of legatoes playing is admirable but confusing.

It's...so free, so alive. I'm trying to resist it...but her playing devours me. The girl who has mushrooms growing out of her dress is eating me alive! But it's such a wonderful death, I'm dying to the short stacatto bursts that weave together to make one beautiful thread! It's amazing! Why is is that, it's Nodame's piano technique, that captures me most!?

And yet...

And yet, it's no suprise at all.

"Uh...Chiaki-senpai...?" Nodame enters the room, her wide ape mouth hanging open. I stare at her, shocked at the blush coming to my face...but then, I come down back to reality. Didn't I have my door locked? And sure enough...I combust.

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM, YOU ORANGUTAN!"