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CHAPTER 4
Upon closer inspection, the boy turned out to be Hisashi Mitsui.
He's in the basketball club? I never knew, thought Virnalyn. For the next few minutes, she just stood and watched him play . . .
(SHOYO HIGH SCHOOL)
Kenji Fujima decided not to pass by his usual way via the sakura path walk to the basketball courts that day. I see more and more fangirls each day, he thought. Though the brunette understood that he was one of the best-known basketball players in Kanagawa, he still felt uncomfortable if about a dozen girls or so followed him around, though he doesn't show it. And so, on that day, he decided to take an alternate route through the music hall.
When he got to the music hall, a beautiful sound immediately filled his ears. Someone's playing the piano, he thought. He also recognized the music played – Chopin's Nocturne in E Flat. He knew about this because one of his classmates was studying the same piece. Well, it's not her, he thought. She just started to learn the piece . . .
Fujima looked inside the music hall. There was nobody there except the one playing the piano, who turned out to be . . . Patricia.
A look of surprise spread across the face of Shoyo's playing coach. "Amazing," he muttered. He also remembered the time he looked at his classmate's sheet music. He remembered how dizzy he felt after looking at the sheet music for just five minutes . . . and how his classmate nearly burst into tears just because she couldn't play it properly. . .
And yet, he thought, this girl, this first-year girl, is playing it very smoothly on the piano . . . and she doesn't even have the sheet music to look at . . .
Kenji Fujima silently went inside the music hall, stood at the back, closed his eyes, and listened to the music. . .
A few minutes later. . .
"Uhhhh. . . Fujima-sempai?"
Fujima slowly opened his eyes. Huh, the music stopped, he thought. He lowered his gaze and his eyes met Patricia's.
"Are you ok?" she asked. "After I finished playing, I looked around to see if anyone was there . . . and I saw you . . . I tried calling out your name, but you didn't seem to answer, but when I took a closer look at you, you were fast asleep!"
"Oh, is that so?" said Fujima. "I was just passing by, and I heard you playing the piano, so I decided to stop and listen a bit. That's a nice piece you played."
Patricia blushed a little and said, "Thank you. It took me two whole months just to get it right, and another month to memorize the piece. Do you play any instruments, sempai?"
"I do play the violin, but I'm not as good as you," said Fujima.
Patricia's cheeks turned a shade pinker and she said, "You can't compare the skill of a pianist to a violinist, sempai. The piano and the violin are two different things. Besides, I'm sure you're a very good violinist, and I hope to see you play someday."
"You're right," said Fujima, and he checked his watch. "I guess I might as well get going, I'm coaching our basketball team and it's just wrong for me to be late," and he started to head to the basketball courts, until Patricia caught up to him (since he was already late, he started jogging to the basketball courts).
"Hey, you don't mind if I watch you practice?" she asked. "No, I don't mind," he answered. No other conversation was made as they made their way to the basketball courts.
After a few minutes of walking, a girl ran towards Fujima, yelled "Kenji-kun!" and hugged him. . .
END OF CHAPTER 4
A/N: Well, hope you liked it, and I apologize for the short chapter. Cursed writer's block. . .
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