Chapter 3: Horizon.
I was done with today's practice.
As I went out the practice room, I thought I heard this painful sound emerging from one of the practice rooms. It was someone playing the violin. But it sounded sad, bitter. I recognized the sound. It was Schubert's Ave Maria. But the emotion was painful.
I followed the sound. I stopped on my tracks. It was him. He played it with such grace but it was a sad sound. There was a bitter look on his face. He seemed to be in pain. His aura was mysterious, dark, and cold.
But then I smiled. We were in the same department. I felt glad knowing that. I hurried away hoping he didn't catch me watching him.
Ever since that afternoon I've heard him play, he had always been the subject of my thoughts. He was the most gorgeous person around but he seemed lonely. My world revolved around him these past few days. I was intrigued. He remained as an enigma. Somehow, he managed to catch my attention. No, more than my attention. He sparked my Interest. I wanted to know him.
I was frustrated. He seemed so far away. I had no way to get close to him. I had no way of knowing him. He only stayed at a distance. Everyday I would only see him from afar yet I never tire of the sight. He was like the horizon. He ended and started my day. No matter how far I ran to catch him, it was just impossible. I never reached him. He was unreachable. He was out of my league. He was out of my grasp. It seems so impossible for me to be near him.
How do I get to him?
I had the strong urge to play the piano. My emotions were starting to be out of control. I wanted to play something evocative in the piano. I wanted these strong emotions to be expressed by the piano. I hurried to one of the practice rooms.
And in there I started to play Chopin's Etude in C sharp minor Op. 10 No. 4. I may never reach you but I hope my music reaches the depths of your soul. I wish you'd find me through my music. It seems to be my only hope right now.
And for a moment, it seemed unrealistic for him to be in the same room as I am. But here he was. It was my music that brought him here. Suddenly, it didn't seem like he was my horizon anymore.