Chapter 11: Piano Sonata No. 11

Part 1 

After getting out of bed, I immediately began to set up my keyboard. 

This keyboard was the typical 88-key keyboard, very thick and long, and like all keyboards, it mimicked the sound of a typical acoustic piano. 

Why would I have a keyboard? 

As a professional pianist, you gotta have a keyboard. 

That's just the rule. 

Well... I use my keyboard very rarely. 

The only time's I felt the need to use it is when I get the sudden feeling to go to town and do street performances, earning an extra buck. 

"Arthur, what're you doing?" 

Charlotte's voice pierced my thoughts, dragging me back to reality. 

She glared at me with a straightforward yet discontent look on her face as I set up my keyboard. 

"I'm setting up a keyboard, you know, wouldn't it be a bother for you to summon your piano body every time I need to practise?" 

"No! I'm perfectly fine with that, so throw that trash away!" 

A vein popped from Charlotte's forehead as she abruptly shouted. 

I fell on my butt, looking up back at her.

T-Trash...? I-It cost over a thousand dollars, you know?" 

"What's the matter, Charlotte?" 

For some reason, Charlotte seemed a tiny bit irritated. 

"The only piano you're allowed to play is me, not that electronic piece of trash." 

Charlotte puffed her chest out, pointing toward herself with her thumb. 

"Charlotte, it's just a keyboard, there's nothing to worry about." 

"Yes, there is! It doesn't sit right with me when you're playing on another piano!" 

"But it's just a keyboard." 

I brushed off what she said. 

"Mmm!" 

I noticed Charlotte making some weird angry sounds, crossing her arms as she glared at me. 

"...?" 

"Mmmmmm!" 

"..."

"Mmmmmm!" 

"...Say something." 

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!" 

Charlotte shut her eyes and did that humming sound the loudest she could, her constipated look made it look so intense, like she was trying to release some sort of secret inner strength. 

"Alright, alright, I'll put the keyboard away." 

Overpowered by Charlotte's secret technique of not talking to the person until they give up, I gave up. 

"No, that's not enough! Throw it away like trash it is!" 

For some reason, she seemed threatened by other piano-like objects, especially this keyboard. 

"You're telling me to throw my keyboard away?" 

Charlotte nodded.

It doesn't seem like she'll budge. 

I closed my eyes, assessing the pros and cons of the keyboard. 

I only own my keyboard to do street performances when I feel like it, other than that I don't use it at all... Charlotte on the other hand- 

"Alright, but I'm not throwing it away. It cost me over a thousand dollars, so I'm selling it. Would that make you feel less anxious?"

"Mm." 

Charlotte, finally satisfied, nodded slowly. 

I heaved a heavy sigh before standing up, moving toward Charlotte. 

"Well then, who's my replacement for today's practice session?" 

I whispered into her ear.

I grabbed her hand and slammed it on the wall. 

She twitched, her face went face as drops of sweat dripped from her forehead. I could see her pupils widen more clearly as her blue crystal-like eyes widened.

She subconsciously had her mouth slightly gaping open, lips apart. 

But right now, she was focused on my face. 

I had her pinned to the wall, my arm blocking her way out. 

The fact that she easily pressured me to sell my keyboard got on my nerves somehow, so I felt that this was appropriate to pay her back.

I had a tiny smirk on my face.

For the next hour or two, I made Charlotte moan out some soothing melodies, her hammers straining and crying out the most aggressive of symphonies. 

I played the fastest, most aggressive and intense pieces that first came into my head, translating my underlying frustration into Charlotte. I could tell what I was doing was affecting Charlotte as she sat on the couch beside me, making weird movements as I slammed the piano keys in front of me. 

I could hear her breathing loudly, her chest-thumping up and down. 

She grasped her shirt and put her hands over her forehead, seemingly overwhelmed. 

By the end, she seemed to had enjoyed it. 

"T-That wasn't practice, that was t-torture... A battlefield." 

Charlotte heavily breathed out, as she continued laying exhausted on the couch.  

"But it felt good, didn't it?" 

"Y-Yeah." 

That practice was good, but my fingers felt pretty exhausted. 

"I think I need to rest, this practice was a little bit more intense than usual."

"You don't say!" 

Charlotte got up straight from the couch.

"Speaking of practice... I haven't practised for the concert yet! And final rehearsal's is...-" 

I went on my phone, checking the time: 

"In 2 hours?! Uwah?! I've got to get ready! Uwah! Uwah!!" 

"Oh, you better get going then~"

Charlotte smirked as she looked at me flying around the room, gathering my stuff. 

I can't believe I wasted two hours practising a piece that wasn't related to the concert practice today! 

The conductor's gonna kill me! 

Oh god, not the conductor! 

"Don't yell at me in front of the entire orchestra if I mess up, Mr Conductor!" 

I screamed into the air as I smashed open the door, running out of the apartment. 

Part 2 

"Charlotte, what're you doing on the bus with me?" 

"Huuh? Why can't I come with you?" 

I could feel my back vibrate against the seat as the bus shook. 

We were sitting near the back of the bus, Charlotte ran before me and jumped on the bus with me at the same time, taking a close seat beside me. 

We were sitting close to each other on the two-seater, her thighs pressing against mine. 

"You can't come because-" 

Hmm...

I struggled to think of a reason, actually, I could only think of reasons why she could come. 

"Because?" 

Charlotte put her hand on my thighs, leaning forward as she pressed down, bringing her face closer to mine with a cheeky smile. 

"Because..." 

Because you'll get in the way? 

No, there're concert seats in the audience area where Charlotte could sit as a guest and watch the rehearsal. 

"You can't think of anything, so I'm coming." 

In the end, I sighed in resignation. 

"Well, Charlotte, it's gonna be an hour and a half ride to the theatre where I rehearse, so make yourself comfortable." 

"Okay." 

Charlotte leaned the side of her head onto my shoulders, pressing it comfortably against my shoulder muscles. 

"..." 

After closing her eyes, she wrapped her arms around mine. 

"This counts as comfortable, right?" 

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I could feel my arm muscles tensing as she squeezed it, pressing her chest against them as she hugged.

"Yeah." 

It felt good. 

She felt nice. 

I want it to stay like this forever. 

"..."

"..." 

We were silent. 

An hour and thirty minutes later... 

"[This Stop Is Balingtun]" 

The bus's automatic speakers robotically said.  

"...Already an hour and thirty minutes? Come on Charlotte, we're here."

It would have been nice if we stayed like this for a little bit longer. 

I shook Charlotte, trying to wake her up. 

By now, she had fallen asleep. 

"Humph?" 

"You're awake, let's go." 

And so, Charlotte and I walked in. 

After getting off at the bus stop, I made my way to the theatre where the orchestra was rehearsing at. 

I checked in like I usually did, and we made our way to the practice rooms.

It was a wide bright hall where musicians of all instruments gathered, but it wasn't as wide and big as the actual place we were going to rehearse at. 

This hall here where people were gathered was for practising purposes, basically, practising your instrument on your own before you actually go into rehearsal to practice as a group. 

Of course, there were secluded private practice rooms on the sides... Where I always headed first. 

"So this is where Arthur goes to practice. Say, do you talk with others in here?"  

Charlotte looked around. 

"-No, I just go in my practice room and practice until rehearsal starts." 

"Why not?" 

"-There's no need to." 

"You should at least try." 

None of the other orchestral musicians had noticed her yet, maybe because there were so many people chatting with each other. 

From down the hall, I noticed Chad surrounded by a large group, chatting with them. 

In the corner, I could see Lucy entering a private practice room. 

And in front of me, an annoying guy greeted me. 

"Yo, Mr pianist, how are you today?" 

"Hey... What was your name again?" 

"It's Tom! My name is Tom! It's a pretty simple name, how did you forget?" 

Tom carried a cello beside him as he retorted back. 

"Sorry Tom, since the piece we're practising is mainly focused on a piano solo, I gotta start practising, I'm gonna head to the private practice rooms now." 

I brushed Tom away, turning my body around. 

"-Who's the girl beside you? ... No way... is she, your girlfriend?" 

Tom noticed Charlotte beside me, his eyes widened as he gasped. 

"Yes yes~ I'm Arthur's girlfriend~" 

This- 

"No way, hey everyone! Arthur's got a girlfriend!" 

"S-Shut up!" 

Immediately after Tom turned around to address the crowd of musicians, I immediately went behind him and put my hand over his mouth, muffling his speech.

But it was too late, the damage was done. 

"-No way... That guy? Girlfriend?" 

"-Is she cute?" 

"-Let me see!" 

Suddenly, those who were interested left their instruments back and rushed toward me and Charlotte. 

God damn it. 

"Hey Arthur, how did you get such a cute girlfriend?" 

A penguin-sized girl violinist I recognised from the 1st violin section looked up at me and asked me. 

"B-Be quiet, she's not my girlfriend." 

I crossed my arms, looking to the side. 

"No, I totally am." 

Charlotte jumped to my side and hugged my arms. 

"-Hey Arthur, what's your girlfriend's name?" 

A guy I recognised from the brass section asked me. 

"Aren't you listening?" 

"-Hey, Arthur, when were you such a romanticist?" 

"You-" 

"-Yo Arthur, is that your taste in girls?" 

"Huh-?" 

"Hey Arthur-"

For the next thirty minutes, I was bombarded with questions relating to Charlotte. 

For some reason, everyone was interested, even though the people in the orchestra had their own girlfriends and boyfriends, they seemed to be more intrigued in me bringing in Charlotte more than that. 

It was mentioned a few times that they never thought that a cold pianist like me could get a girlfriend, but I continued to insist that she wasn't my girlfriend. 

But they still wouldn't listen. 

"-So, what do guys do together?" 

"-Charlotte! Is it? Tell me about Arthur's personality, I almost never see him around!"

"-How far did you guys go?" 

These questions soon turned into conversations, with Charlotte being a part of it. 

These conversations then turned meaningful. 

After a while, I was having genuine conversations with those around me, with me as the centre. 

"-Hey Arthur, tell me how you get those toned muscles."

"-Hey Arthur, how do you strengthen your left hand muscles?" 

"-Hey Arthur, ... ...-"

"-Hey Arthur...-" 

For some reason, these guys were trying to talk to me. 

Is this how it feels to be popular? 

Normally for rehearsals, I would just barge into a private practising room and come out when we were asked to gather as a group. 

This was the first time I've spent time outside and with others out here. 

Maybe it's because they don't see me much, only hearing from my piano plays, that they're interested in me. 

I didn't notice, but at some point throughout this conversation, a smile appeared on my face, my speaking tone become softer and warmer...

And I felt a tiny bit happier. 

"-Woah, I didn't know you did that, Arthur, you're so interesting... ...Your girlfriend is lucky, being with someone as hot and handsome as you."

"-From your cold expressions and dead fish eyes every day, I thought you didn't care about us, but I guess I was wrong. You're much warmer than I expected." 

"-Yeah man, you know, now that I think about it. This is the first time you've come out to talk to us. Wow, I didn't know you were such a cool guy. Wanna get my number?" 

"-Please, take mine too!"

"-!!" 

"..." 

I felt my heart drop, the energy in my face couldn't be contained as I finally smiled completely ear to ear. My white teeth showing as I responded to all of them positively. 

Being the first time I've done so... I've never interacted with a group of people like this, ever. 

Not even in school.

I looked over to Charlotte. 

Charlotte looked back at me and warmly smiled ear to ear. 

"See? Being and talking with others isn't so bad after all." 

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