G Major
-Rosin Dust of the Red Viola-
by Youkaiko
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For Yuki-niji and all the other erabashi gakki.
No erabashi gakki is without its own story, without its own trials and tribulations.
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The song was in my head, the one that held me and would never let me go...
One of the orchestra members had played a song on the orchestra's piano months ago. It was soothing, wonderful, beautiful. The girl played it unpassionatly, but in my head I could hear something no one else could. The song almost made me want to play piano. Almost, but nothing was like the viola, so rich and mellow. More than a sappy piano.
But the song was not a piano piece, it was an expression of emotion. Why did it move him so? I thought back in time.
- - -
"Come on, Ichijouji!" Daisuke called out to me.
"Hm?" I looked up from my book, which was about the history of the orchestra.
"You promised! Get up from that stupid bench and play! Take a break from all this music." He took my book and threw it aside.
I looked at him blankly. "Play?"
He nodded vigorously. "Yes! Maybe playing some soccer with me will inspire you to play your viola differently, or something. But you've gotta take a break from all that music sometime..."
I shrugged. "I suppose."
"Well, come on!" He dragged me by the arm to the open part of the park.
We played with his soccer ball for most of the afternoon. Sometimes he would show me his little tricks, and sometimes we would run around for no reason other than making fools of ourselves. Eventually he grew tired and dragged me to a shady tree. We were very quiet, just watching the sun sink into the horizon.
Daisuke spoke abruptly. "What are you thinking about?"
I looked at him. "Why do you ask?"
"'Cause you're not saying anything, and I didn't want to make your train of thought crash..."
I nodded. "I'm thinking about a song." I winced a little, thinking he would be annoyed at my music obsession.
"What kind of song?" He looked at me, his brown eyes glowing.
"Look at the sun," I told him. "Can you hear it?"
He strained to listen, but he gave up. "Please play it for me, Ken."
I smiled. "I can't. You wouldn't let me bring my viola, remember? Besides, it's a piano piece. I wanted to give it a melody with my viola, but you called for me to come to the park."
He sighed. "Oh." His shoulders drooped a little. "Can you hum it?"
I began to refuse, but it slipped out. I could hear the song, its gentleness radiating from Daisuke. My voice wavered, but grew stronger and more convinced. I shut my eyes, knowing my hands couldn't do anything. Daisuke's hand held my own. The song winded to the end, and my voice faded with the ritard.
"That was cool, Ken." His voice was filled with awe. He let go of my hand and ran his fingers through his hair. "But I have to go, it's getting kinda late."
I nodded, watching him walk away, smiling and waving.
- - -
I could still feel his hand holding onto mine. His firm but soft touch, worried but amazed. I only felt that way with the viola. I didn't want to feel that way with Daisuke, yet my inner self wanted just to hear that song and drift away with him...
I put the song away, stored in my memories. The pain of confusion subsided for a bit, like the end of the song.
-Rosin Dust of the Red Viola-
by Youkaiko
-----
For Yuki-niji and all the other erabashi gakki.
No erabashi gakki is without its own story, without its own trials and tribulations.
-----
The song was in my head, the one that held me and would never let me go...
One of the orchestra members had played a song on the orchestra's piano months ago. It was soothing, wonderful, beautiful. The girl played it unpassionatly, but in my head I could hear something no one else could. The song almost made me want to play piano. Almost, but nothing was like the viola, so rich and mellow. More than a sappy piano.
But the song was not a piano piece, it was an expression of emotion. Why did it move him so? I thought back in time.
- - -
"Come on, Ichijouji!" Daisuke called out to me.
"Hm?" I looked up from my book, which was about the history of the orchestra.
"You promised! Get up from that stupid bench and play! Take a break from all this music." He took my book and threw it aside.
I looked at him blankly. "Play?"
He nodded vigorously. "Yes! Maybe playing some soccer with me will inspire you to play your viola differently, or something. But you've gotta take a break from all that music sometime..."
I shrugged. "I suppose."
"Well, come on!" He dragged me by the arm to the open part of the park.
We played with his soccer ball for most of the afternoon. Sometimes he would show me his little tricks, and sometimes we would run around for no reason other than making fools of ourselves. Eventually he grew tired and dragged me to a shady tree. We were very quiet, just watching the sun sink into the horizon.
Daisuke spoke abruptly. "What are you thinking about?"
I looked at him. "Why do you ask?"
"'Cause you're not saying anything, and I didn't want to make your train of thought crash..."
I nodded. "I'm thinking about a song." I winced a little, thinking he would be annoyed at my music obsession.
"What kind of song?" He looked at me, his brown eyes glowing.
"Look at the sun," I told him. "Can you hear it?"
He strained to listen, but he gave up. "Please play it for me, Ken."
I smiled. "I can't. You wouldn't let me bring my viola, remember? Besides, it's a piano piece. I wanted to give it a melody with my viola, but you called for me to come to the park."
He sighed. "Oh." His shoulders drooped a little. "Can you hum it?"
I began to refuse, but it slipped out. I could hear the song, its gentleness radiating from Daisuke. My voice wavered, but grew stronger and more convinced. I shut my eyes, knowing my hands couldn't do anything. Daisuke's hand held my own. The song winded to the end, and my voice faded with the ritard.
"That was cool, Ken." His voice was filled with awe. He let go of my hand and ran his fingers through his hair. "But I have to go, it's getting kinda late."
I nodded, watching him walk away, smiling and waving.
- - -
I could still feel his hand holding onto mine. His firm but soft touch, worried but amazed. I only felt that way with the viola. I didn't want to feel that way with Daisuke, yet my inner self wanted just to hear that song and drift away with him...
I put the song away, stored in my memories. The pain of confusion subsided for a bit, like the end of the song.