Pardon My Enthusiasm…
He sat at his bench, playing keys on the random. He scribbles them done a scrap of paper aboard the piano. He puts down the quill beside the well. He waves his hand gently in front of the sheet, drying it faster.
"Ahem. Yes, now from the top." Victor placed his hands upon the keys, drew in a breath, and began to play. The dull gray room began to fill with a soft melody. Starting as a low and solemn tune then growing into a full and light song. All that was missing were some strings and an angelic voice. Victor was truly brilliant when it came to the piano. He'd had much practice, since he's had one for his own for so long.
An anniversary present that Victoria had bought, dipping into their funds and splurging on this lovely grand piano for him. He was ecstatic and thanked her mercilessly. Played it everyday, filling their home with constant music that Victoria loved to cook and clean to. Victor had even made a job out of it, the church needed someone to play the organ for weddings, but more often funerals. His wife disliked that even after all that had happened, he was still so close to the dead, but she complied. Victor's mind blanked as he played the notes in order, swelling in tune. The pitch began to rise as his hands gradually moved up octaves into the higher range. The song grew lighter and lighter as it reached its end.
Finally, it reached its final few notes. He ended it by sliding his hand across the keys, bottom to top, creating jump in pitch. His fingers stopped at two keys and made them dance on those couple of keys, a reminder of someone dear to him. He chuckled at his silliness. Victor, to this day still thought about her, but just every now and then. His nostalgia came to such an abrupt stop when he heard the sharp snap!
Victor's held notes suddenly disappeared, cut short. He gasped and retracted his hand from the board. Silence, it filled the room as he remained quiet and just listened. He looked curiously at his precious instrument and stood up from his seat. He walked over to its side and lifting it's heavy case. The wire had snapped in half.
"Oh, dear." Worriedly, Victor closed it and set his music sheets aside. His gaze shifted to the grandfather clock. Just a little before noon. The thought of lunch caused a guttural growl from his stomach.
"Well, then. It's settled, I'll go get a replacement wire then grab a bite on the way home." He went to gather his coat and keys.
