Kiss the Rain
Rachael Wang Productions
Chapter 2:
"Good job again Elleen" the teacher said.
"Thanks," I smiled. Instead of making unnecessary remarks to the teacher like I usually did, I felt more alive and happy.
As I packed my books and belongings, I walked over, down a quiet hallway. Not many people hang out here.
Suddenly, I heard sweet music. Sweet, classical music.
Walking down the hallway, I heard it coming closer and closer. Then, I slowly opened the door to a beautiful, light, piano room.
The piano stopped and the person on the chair stayed still. I could only see the back, but I'm guessing it's a boy.
He turned around and sped to me in the speed of light, stopping 1 inch away from my face. I almost fell over from the sudden shock.
"Have you come to join my club?" he smiled.
"What… club?"
Before I could make a decision, he pulled me in with a hint of forcing.
"I'm Ethan," he held out his hand.
I was lost and confused at what he was doing. "I didn't even agree to join this club."
He gave a menacing smile and patted me on the back hard. "Reaaaallllyyyy?" His words spread out and sent a chill down my back.
"I guess… I could give it a try."
His expression sparked up to happiness and serenity. "So what's your name?"
"I'm Elleen, but you could call me Ellie I guess. Except no one calls me that. Maybe you shouldn't then…" I looked up at the ceiling and thought for a moment. Maybe I should stop thinking so much.
"Nah. That makes me special, if I call you Ellie then."
Ethan was tall; maybe a little bit taller than Dominic. He was very good looking with a hint of pale innocence. His skin was very light, but not too light. He seemed very strong… yet fragile at the same time. It was hard to describe him.
"I guess if you want to." I sighed, "So, what is this club about?" I asked.
"Music~" he danced around, "And to enjoy every minute of it."
His expressions were very real and like a cartoon at the same time. You could picture him in an anime with glowing sparkles around him from how his expression and the way he was standing were like.
"So do you play the piano?" he asked.
"I tried it before. Usually I play the cello, violin or guitar. But I'm still at a beginner or intermediate level for them. My main priority is dancing."
"DANCING?" his smile widened, "I can dance too~" he spun around like a child.
I laughed at him. He was very childish and mysterious; like you don't know what he's about to do next.
"But seriously." His moves changed and he began to tighten some of his moves and loosen at the swiftness through the floor. His arms flexed and he stood on 1 arm for about 2 seconds and spun around. Amazing; Ethan was so cool.
He flipped over and landed perfectly on his feat in a pose. I clapped.
"That's really good! Do you take lessons?"
"Nah. I'm a break dancer; out to find moves rather than learn them." He began catching his breath. "How do you dance?"
Without hesitation, I got up and jumped, spreading my legs to a beautiful posture and landed on 2 feet together. I stuck one arm out and spun around in circles like I was in an ice skating rink. To end it, I finished it with a graceful bend, showing off my flexibility.
He clapped too, "Yours was really pretty. Mines were just too carefree, huh?"
"No!" I disagreed, "I thought your dance was really cool!"
He laughed and turned away, holding in his stomach with his hands.
My eyes peered at him. "Stop laughing at me."
"No, I just want to say thank you for complimenting me in such a straight forward way."
He cleared his throat and sat at the piano, about to begin.
"This is 'Kiss the Rain' by Yiruma."
I sat down on the fancy couch and listened to the music. I could feel the cold breeze fly through my body and my face felt a little heat. A beautiful song.
I closed my eyes as the large, white room filled with the song he's playing. I didn't hear one single mistake. He played in fluently and with feeling.
"Hey," he poked my cheek.
My eyes opened, "Huh?"
"The song is over, you don't have to close your eyes anymore." He laughed at me softly. I blushed in embarrassment.
He took a seat beside me and looked out the gigantic, wall sized, glass windows.
"I love that piece too, although it's very simple. Maybe not as complex as some on Mozart's, Beethoven's or even Chopin's fine works, but it's very nice. It's just that, the meaning is so depressing when you think about it."
"The meaning?"
"Yeah, the meaning."
"You mean 'Kiss the Rain'?"
"Obviously," he laughed again.
I pouted, "You keep laughing at me."
"You're fun to be around?" he argued.
"Well –" I stopped, "Wait, you said that… me? I am…? What?"
"Fun to be around."
"Really?!" I jumped up. "I am?"
"Why are you so surprised?" he patted the couch, signaling for me to sit down.
"Because… I'm so ugly; no one wants to hang out with me."
He looked at me closely, "You're not ugly. You just have a rather, how should I say it, nerdy image."
"Nerdy image?"
"Yeah," he said, "I'm sure you could look pretty if you wanted to. But, I mean, if you're wearing this style now, it's what you're comfortable with, right? So I don't think you need to change it."
I grinned, "Thanks. That made me feel more confident in myself."
"You're welcome."
"How come your club is empty?" I asked.
"I don't know. I guess no one is into classical music anymore."
"Maybe."
I looked at the time, "Sorry! I'm in cleaning duty today. I have to go now. Sorry for suddenly leaving like this." I grabbed my things and ran out the door, "Bye."
He shouted down the quiet hallway, "Come back to the club tomorrow!"
I waved, "I will."