The piano was a magical instrument, capable of playing across the entire staff with perfect intonation with other instruments — if it was properly tuned.
Sure, one could argue that the violin was an instrument of excellent difficulty and mastery, a music-maker that provided life to your ears.
But the piano was more than that, it was a blessed object — at least to Percy. The piano was immortal. Well, maybe he was partially biased. Only slightly.
As his fingers danced across the keys, his thoughts became unrestricted — no — free-flowing, just like the music he was creating.
The piano was his life. And maybe that would've been sad to a different teenager's standards. But to him? If the boy could, he wouldn't leave the stool. He wouldn't stop running his fingers across the white keys, and the black keys. But of course, his serendipity had to be interrupted.
Honestly — Percy absolutely despised school. Because it was hard? Probably. Because it wasted his time? Yes. At least to him. Although choir was tolerable, any other subject than a history related class was absolutely grueling.
Pre-calculus must have been invented by hell itself, a full and true reincarnation. As the teacher droned on, Percy rapped his knuckle on his thigh.
Slowly counting out and tapping his toe. He received some odd looks, but nothing that bothered him at all in particular.
A blonde girl leaned in next to him, "Will you stop? I'm trying to concentrate."
Percy gritted his teeth, forcing his rhythm to an abrupt halt.
His legs ached to be moving again.
He ignored their pleas.
"My bad," he responded hastily. "I just — you know."
Percy glanced at the blonde again, but she was no longer paying him any attention.
He didn't recognize this girl.
She must've transferred sometime, he definitely would've noticed a girl like that at the beginning of the school year.
His mind began to drift away from the chalkboard again.
Percy recreated Pachabel's Canon in D inside his head, with maybe a few extra chords.
He looked forward to the bell ringing, a dismissal from another trek through hell.
Once it finally did, he took off at a pace towards the studio.
Sure, it might've been inside the school, but that didn't really count as being in school, did it?
He turned on the stage lights, and sat at the stool, flexing his fingers and running through a quick warm-up.
The piano was standard, maybe just a bit out of tune. It bothered Percy, but at the moment he didn't care, maybe it was just school that messed his brain up.
Suddenly, he heard a bag drop and he suddenly glanced towards the direction of the sound.
The blonde from class was standing at the door, giving him a hard glare.
"You do know that I reserved this studio, right?" She marched up to him, and for the first time he got a good look at her.
There were freckles that ran along her cheek, and blonde hair that was tied back into a ponytail. Her eyes were a stormy gray, rather intimidating.
Percy swallowed. "I'm here everyday, ma'am. I think you've made a mistake"
