2 - The (Slightly Twitchy) Piano Man
Tweek stumbled into the studio, gasping for air and trying not to spill the coffee that was inside his silver thermos. "SORRY I'M LATE!" he screeched as he threw open the door to the main practice room.
He glanced over the dancers, eyes flitting from face to face and settling for a moment on the tallest person there, someone he didn't quite recognize. He twitched and turned his gaze back to Madam Stevens, who was looking at him disapprovingly.
"Go ahead and go to our regular room," she said through tight lips, and he complied, rushing out to the hall.
She's going to be so pissed!" he thought, letting out an involuntary yell. This is so much pressure!
Tweek straightened his shirt the best he could and sat down at the piano in one of the rooms, belting out a few scales before Mrs. Stevens could arrive. When she did enter the room, she instructed him to start practicing Waltz of the Flowers from The Nutcracker. He played it through, his twitching and yelping gradually fading as his fingers skimmed the ivory keys.
A faint smile graced his chapped lips as he played. This was it, the only time he ever really felt at peace. He was constantly twitching and shaking, but whenever he played the piano, that all stopped. He could actually hear the world around him over the static in his head, and it was amazing.
About an hour later, Tweek's practice time was over. As he gathered his sheet music, he could feel himself begin to twitch again, the white noise in his mind returning, clouding his thoughts. He took a shaky sip of coffee and wandered back out to the main practice room. The ballerinas were working on their routine for the Nutcracker, which they were performing in a week. Tweek had agreed to be the pianist for the show, so he got free lessons in return. He sat down in one of the window sills, watching as the dancers moved in time to the shitty pre-recorded soundtrack.
His green eyes once again fell on the new boy, who was carefully watching and copying Bebe's movements. The boy didn't look like the type to do ballet, but then again, Tweek didn't seem like he would be good at piano-or anything else for that matter.
Tweek took a long gulp of his coffee and twitched a bit, another yelp escaping his lips. By now, everyone in the studio was used to his abnormality, but the new guy raised an eyebrow at him, eyes shining like glass.
Oh God, he saw me staring, he thinks I'm a total creep, it's too much p-
"W-well heya, Tweek!" His thoughts were interrupted by Butters Stotch, who had already changed from his warm-up clothes into the baggy, sky-blue jacket he always wore.
Tweek snapped to attention and gave Butters a weak smile. "Hi Butters."
Butters launched into a long spiel about how excited he was about the upcoming ballet recital. This was how their conversations usually went, Butters just endlessly monologuing while Tweek zoned in and out. But hey, they were both content with that arrangement, so Tweek guessed it was fine.
As Butters' voice faded into background noise with the rest of the static, Tweek watched the other ballet dancers filter out of the studio. Eventually, the only people left were Bebe, Butters, and the new kid.
A car horn honked outside, causing Tweek to let out a small shriek and Butters to jump. "Aw, hamburgers," the smaller boy huffed. "Looks like my dad is here. I'll see you soon!"
Tweek gave him a small wave and went back to drinking coffee.
"Tweek!" Bebe smiled at him, gesturing for him to come over. She had taken her hair out of a bun, and now it fell in thick waves down her back.
What does she want?! Did I do something wrong? Tweek yelped and felt his twitching intensify as he walked over to her.
"Craig, this is Tweek Tweak. He plays piano." She placed a hand on Tweek's shoulder and gave him another beaming smile. "Tweek, Craig was asking about you, so I figured I'd introduce you two."
A/N
So this is it, a bit of a crappy chapter, but I promise it'll get better :') I just need to get used to writing these characters rip