The hall fell into silence as the young girl sat on the bench. A smile crept on her face as she placed her fingers on the keys ready to press them and start the evening with a peaceful performance. She didn't prepare the piano sheets. Her fingers stopped above the ivory pieces. Her mind started recalling the melodies and she decided to play her favorite one, Für Elise.
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The audience, which were the high class people, stopped chatting and whispering among themselves and gazed at the young girl in white that still didn't began her act, for a minute some of them thought she panicked or got nervous but that smile reminded them who was the Piano's Angel. Once she didn't hear anymore noise, she pressed the first key. It went out strong and soft, her heart beated following the rythum of her fingers that danced on the keys creating what was called a masterpiece, a beautiful euphonic sound. Her emotions flowed in that melody as she closed her eyes and drowned in her little world, nothing can be heard except the soft and meaningful sound. Three minutes later, she skilfully finished with few tones that followed each other in a low volume indicating the end of the harmonized music.
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The last key faded in the hall accompanied next by loud cheers and clapping sounds. She stood up and bowed slightly to the crowd with a feeling of satisfaction and euphoria. Her smile grew up as she saw her friend standing by the bar waving at her and rising her thumb.
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She never wanted to turn her passion for piano into a serious profession. She just adored it and was addicted to the sounds it makes. If it wasn't for her friend's birthday, she would have played piano at home, always, after a long day. She'd turn off the lights with only an opened window, moonlight sneaking into the rounded corner. She would play calm melodies here and there, peaceful like the nights she spend alone in her apartment.
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She approached the girl dressed in a sparkling blue dress who was grinning at her. Hugging her tightly, she wished her a happy birthday and sat on the chair admiring the ball and it's decorations.
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“You always surprise me, I didn't know you can play piano too”. She exclaimed nudging her on her side. She knew that Aine had many interests in the Art industry and since their first meeting, she is still curios about her as there's many things to explore with the multi-talented girl. The Piano's Angel. That's what people called her that time in the mall. When she couldn't help the urge to play the piano which was for sale, a gold and white piano. She played it everytime she went there and ended up by buying it.
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“Just like you said, a surprise, it's my gift for you but..” Aine pulled out a small black box with a white ribon and a silver snow flake, decorating the cover. “It's not enough, since it's the first birthday I attend, here's something special from me”. She smiled timidly and handed it to her. “Thank you for everything Rosaline”.
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Rosaline blinked the tears away and took the little box. Curious about it's content, she proceeded to open it to be stopped by a soft hand. “It's not the right time, maybe at home?”. Rosaline nodded her head and accepted her friend's decision. They continued enjoying the evening, making jokes and savouring the taste of the vanilla cake. Calm music in the background and invitees dancing and chatting here and there.
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Sighing, she took her little silver bag and kissed her friend's cheek, promising to call her by morning. She waved at her and made her way to the front door. She couldn't stay any longer. She put a hand on her mouth and balanced herself with the wall. The feeling rushing back again. She grabbed her phone from the bag and called a cab. Every minute passed, the feeling increased almost making her loose her mind, she couldn't wait until she came back home. “Miss, are you ready to go?”. She looked up to see the driver opening the door for her. She smiled politely at him and got in the car, letting her head lay on the window while the lights passed by.
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Rosaline smiled at the guests as everyone started heading back to their houses. She sighed clutching the black box in her hands. After knowing that everything will be handled by the maids, she made her way upstairs into her father's office. She knocked on the door and opened it slightly. “Father?”. She voiced waiting for his reply. “Yes my dear”. She smiled as she saw his figure standing by the window admiring the night sky.
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“Happy Birthday my dear”. He kissed her forehead and she stood by his side. The moonlight reflecting at them making her dress glow more and the silver lines in his costume shine. He sighed and closed his eyes. “Your mother would be proud of you, you grow up to be beautiful and smart like her, you always remind me of her smiling face”. He murmured with a sad tone. “I miss her, father”. She said and hugged the old man. He nodded his head as he caressed her blonde hair, pushing back his tears. “I miss her too, my darling”.
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“Father? Did you notice something odd about Aine? She seems distant and sad these days”. She asked as she pulled away, concerned about her friend. The man pursed his lips and took a seat by his desk. “You only knew the girl a few months ago, but actually I can't balme you, I see her as a daughter. She's so calm yet i feel like she hides many things and I was surprised when she performed earlier but try to be with her more often maybe she's having some kind of women stuff?”. He frowned looking at his daughter. Rosaline laughed shaking her head. “I would know if it was that but I'm afraid it's something I can't help with”. She stated sadly. Her father took her hand that was clutching the black box and smiled.
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“I never saw you this happy after your mother's death. This girl changed you and made you happier, you become again talkative and energetic. You have to help her even if she doesn't want to”. She nodded. She knew that Aine didn't talk about herself that much, she knew well that she hides many secrets behind that fake smile she gives. She received her help many times and now she wants to do the same. “You're her onlt friend. Never give up on her and stand by her side”. He added and squeezed her hand. “Yes father, you're right”.
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”Now tell me, who gave you this incredible box?”. He asked. Rosaline remembered her friend's gift and chuckled. “Aine gave it to me as a second present. I still don't know what's in it, she requested that I open it later when she's gone”. She explained examining the beautiful silver flake dangling from the center of the ribon.
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“Then I'll let you see what's in there, have a goodnight my little girl”. He stood up and ruffled her hair leaving her laughing. As he closed the door, she sat on his chair leaning back and facing the big window. She placed the box on her lap and started to pull the ribon slowly. Taking her time to open the gift. Once the pearly ribon was released, the flake fell down on the floor. It was shining under the moonlight, like millions of diamond shaped as a beautiful snow flake. She smiled looking at the sight of it and took it off the floor and placed it aside.
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She breathed in and out and closed one eye as the other one was opened slightly. She took off the cover and was surprised by a little card. A black card written by silver letters.
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She looked over in the box to find another black cover. She giggled knowing well that Aine knew she would be a curious cat. She took the card and started reading it, whispering to herself.
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“Dear Rosaline, happy birthday. It's the first birthday I attend and I want to make it special. You're the first friend I made in this beautiful country and I would like you to be my best friend, forever. Thank you for being with me, I hope you like your second gift”
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She pushed back her tears and removed the black cover only to gasp at the accessory in front of her. A silver bracelet decorated with diamonds and her name 'Rosaline' graved on it. She put a hand on her mouth and cried silently. It was the first time that she received such a gift from a friend. Truly from the bottom of ber heart, Aine spent a fortune to buy it and decorate it.
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She pulled the bracelet and smiled. She closed her eyes and sniffled. “I hope you're okay Aine”
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In the other side of the city, Aine was spending the lonely night in her apartment. The white transparent curtains swayed with the wind and created a beautiful dance, the melody flowing in the room as she pressed the keys one after one, every tune made her relax, every touch on the white pearly pieces made her feel calm. She knew that only her piano can reassure her. But she knew well too, the piano won't talk to her like a real person. The melody stopped as well as her fingers. Nothing can be heard except her breathe and the wind. She removed her hands from the piano, resting them on her lap.
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Droplets of tears fell onto her skin as she cried silently in the lonely apartment. Why do I feel this emptiness? Why do I feel so weak? The questions attacked her. Same thoughts that hunted her whenever she had this warm feeling. Friendship or someone's attention. She doubted that maybe her friend won't be with her forever. Maybe she will leave like they always did. Just maybe but no exact answer.
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She got up slowly tired and dizzy. She closed the window and headed to her bed throwing herself on the cold sheets. She fell asleep with only one thought on her mind. A thought that she got tired of.
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Maybe, just maybe, tommorow will be better.
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