Do What You Love
Herro stood at the doorway, listing to the captivating music that Quatre was playing on his piano. Herro closed his eyes; he could almost fell the music. There was so much felling and emotion in it. It made Herro almost wish... He simply put the thought out of his mind as he always did. That's what he was that is what he did, he had no choice.
Quatre stopped playing for a moment and scribbled something on his notebook and continued to play, Herro could not begin to describe the music. It was hollow and lonely sometimes with a cord of joy but then it was pure sorrow. 'The song almost describes me' Herro thought. He closed his eyes absorbing, taking in the music. For a moment Herro almost wanted to cry, for a moment.
Quatre stopped for a moment, and looked over his notes. Played a few chords and sighed. "Please don't stop," Herro said softly, not really understanding why, but for some reason he just had to hear it. Quatre was startled and looked at Herro and saw the sadness in Herro's eyes and turned to play once again.
Herro didn't know why but for some reason he felt drawn the music. The sorrowful notes seemed fitting after the day's events. Herro saw Quatre looking at the keys as he played, but it was like his hands knew the notes and his brain was just there for backup. After a couple of more minutes of playing he stopped. "That's all I have so far." "You wrote that you're self?" Herro asked suprised but he didn't show it.
"Yes, but its not very good," the blond replied. Herro didn't say anything; he didn't know what to say. He could say easily that that was one of the best things that he ever heard. He turned away to leave, but not before saying, "do what you love,"
Quatre sat there confused; not only by the fact that Herro had spent time listing to his music but also by what he said "do what you love." Quatre knew that there wasn't much he loved much more then music, so Herro was implying that he should continue doing just that? Quatre knew he couldn't do that after all he was the heir of the Winner estate, and it was his duty to take over rather or not he wanted to.
I'm not sure if this is a chapter thing if I am going to have a sequel or if this is just a one time thing so if you would like me to continue just tell me, if you please.
Herro stood at the doorway, listing to the captivating music that Quatre was playing on his piano. Herro closed his eyes; he could almost fell the music. There was so much felling and emotion in it. It made Herro almost wish... He simply put the thought out of his mind as he always did. That's what he was that is what he did, he had no choice.
Quatre stopped playing for a moment and scribbled something on his notebook and continued to play, Herro could not begin to describe the music. It was hollow and lonely sometimes with a cord of joy but then it was pure sorrow. 'The song almost describes me' Herro thought. He closed his eyes absorbing, taking in the music. For a moment Herro almost wanted to cry, for a moment.
Quatre stopped for a moment, and looked over his notes. Played a few chords and sighed. "Please don't stop," Herro said softly, not really understanding why, but for some reason he just had to hear it. Quatre was startled and looked at Herro and saw the sadness in Herro's eyes and turned to play once again.
Herro didn't know why but for some reason he felt drawn the music. The sorrowful notes seemed fitting after the day's events. Herro saw Quatre looking at the keys as he played, but it was like his hands knew the notes and his brain was just there for backup. After a couple of more minutes of playing he stopped. "That's all I have so far." "You wrote that you're self?" Herro asked suprised but he didn't show it.
"Yes, but its not very good," the blond replied. Herro didn't say anything; he didn't know what to say. He could say easily that that was one of the best things that he ever heard. He turned away to leave, but not before saying, "do what you love,"
Quatre sat there confused; not only by the fact that Herro had spent time listing to his music but also by what he said "do what you love." Quatre knew that there wasn't much he loved much more then music, so Herro was implying that he should continue doing just that? Quatre knew he couldn't do that after all he was the heir of the Winner estate, and it was his duty to take over rather or not he wanted to.
I'm not sure if this is a chapter thing if I am going to have a sequel or if this is just a one time thing so if you would like me to continue just tell me, if you please.