Chapter Six
Some would have called it the greatest party they had ever been to; the night would see it as another celebration of lights and festivities in the dark air. Nevertheless the guest and people of this party could have been the happiest people in all New York that moment. Every soul had its fill in food, its hands on a glass of wine, sore feet from dancing, hearts beating against their loved ones, every soul but one; Lachlan had not moved from the spot in which he set himself hours earlier, he felt compelled to sit in one spot as though her promise to "stick around" had momentarily stunned him. He stared at the piano player from his seat with the same ferocity as an eagle watching his prey. Every now and then between songs he would watch as boys came up to her and asked her to dance, which gave him a strong desire to kick something. But his heart leapt when he could see her shake her head and watch as they left looking gloomy.
"What if she refused to dance with me like those other guys?" he thought suddenly.
"But remember she asked for you to stick around" said a voice in his head. Which made him feel more confident.
He refused the offers that girls had given him to dance with them, and didn't even look towards the table of girls watching him every other minute and giggling madly. It was as if all train of thought had left him and his only desire was to watch the weirdest girl he ever met play her beautiful music. She turned around after finishing her piece and caught his eye.
He quickly turned away pretending to be really be fascinated by the ceiling. When she turned back again he could see that she was smiling, and started playing again, this time without the help of the orchestra: her solo performance.
He had never heard anything so serene, so majestic, and so full of passion. Her heart was definitely being poured into this song.
When she finished everybody stood up and applauded, himself included. She gave a bow and blushed the same color as her dress. She began to walk in to the crowd of people that were congratulating her but before he could stand up to watch her a loud and drunken voice took everyone's attention.
"everrry wun…..ou…out...side to the…the…gar..den…..fireworks!" came uncle Van's voice on the microphone. The Orchestra gathered their instruments grumpily and made their way first to set up first in the garden of the hotel, which was located on the roof. As hundreds of guest moved towards the stairs, which ascended onto the roof, Lachlan kept using his tiptoes to see above the crowd. "Red dress…red dress…" he thought as he searched for the pianist. But to no avail he was dragged along with the crowd to the roof.
His eyes widened with the sight that took him. A beautiful Japanese garden with little fairy lights circling the bushes and little ponds complete with little waterfalls. As the orchestra continued to play the night sky suddenly burst with light as fireworks shot from the ground found its way in the clear night sky.
Feeling lonely that the night was going to end and not being able to talk to the girl made him depressed and he walked away from the crowd to the other side of the roof. He followed the path that the rose bush and stream made every once in a while glancing back to see the happy faces.
"Why wasn't he happy?" he thought.
Lachlan kept walking on the path until the crowd disappeared from sight. He made his way to a Circular Pagoda, which stood against a large pond. Leaning on it he watched the fireworks thinking to himself. The sound of music and crickets, then footsteps.
"Why such the long face?"
He opened his eyes and closed them again to make sure he didn't imagine the voice. He turned around to see the beautiful Pianist standing opposite from him gazing directly into his eyes.
