Lavender
Notes: Can be taken as Hyuuga-cest, or not. AU/Symbolic
3. Perfect
Soft notes drifted through the room, lilting harmonic rhythm. Her hands played as if it were natural, effortlessly. She'd practiced for hours upon hours, until her fingers bruised and bled, just so it could be perfect. And it was. The most beautiful thing ever to be heard.
Eyes closed, her hands danced over the keys. The final tone sounded, and she let it fade, and for a second there was silence, before she stood, pushed the the wooden bench, and took a proud bow. The audience was clapping loudly, as she looked out at them to see...
But he wasn't there.
In the pit of her stomach, shock and sadness erupted. She stiffly walked off, and the next perfomer took the stage.
She had been playing since she had turned three, thirteen years ago. She had wanted to become perfect, for so long. And she finally was. But he wasn't there to see her. No, her father had been too busy...
The judge handed her the first place certificate, and the room began to clear. She waited until it was mostly empty, before wrapping her arms around her cousin's neck and sobbed, broken inside. Cold and still, he let her.