Every day, he and she would wait at the same bus stop at the same time. The two of them would sometimes queue up next to each other, and sometimes they would be separated by two or three people. Yet, no matter how far they were apart from each other, the music he played would always reach her ears. He turned the volume way too high up!
His body naturally swayed along to the quick beat as he was listening to the music with his earphones, as if he was dancing or drunkenly moving along.
She stole a glance at him. She wanted to laugh out loud, but was too embarrassed to do so. In the end, she had to look away into the distance.
Soon after, the bus was approaching the station.
She bent down to sort out her large luggage, and she found herself in an awkward situation. Her harp make-up class happened to be on the same day as her regular cello class. She had to bring these two large instruments along.
‘Do you need help with that?’ He took off his earphones and asked her.
‘Yeah, thanks!’ She was genuinely grateful that he lent her a helping hand.
The two carefully placed the luggage on the bus and stood around them shoulder to shoulder, preventing them from slipping away.
‘You’re a music student, right?’ He eyed at the school badge on her uniform just to confirm.
‘Yeah.’ She could tell that there was a sense of hostility in his words. Or was she overthinking?
‘I applied for this school three times’, He said sourly. ‘And I didn’t even get a chance for an interview.’
‘What instrument are you good at playing?’ She realised that he was trying to tease information about the school’s requirements out of her and let her guard down.
‘The electric guitar and electric piano…’ He pondered for a while before bashfully saying, ‘Actually I’m better at writing songs.’
‘No wonder…’ She felt sorry for him, but there was nothing she could do. ‘This is a traditional school. The way they teach things is very old-fashioned. The teachers and the principal don’t care about new instruments.’
‘Oh, so that’s why!’ Unexpectedly, he turned into a ball of fire. ‘It wasn’t because they thought my performance was bad, but instead they couldn’t accept my style!’
She found herself frozen at the sight of him being on top of the world. He really likes music!
There was her stop, and she had to get off the bus.
To thank her, he carried her luggage for her and walked her home.
On the way home, all they talked about was music.
He loved rock, while she immersed herself in classical music. He liked modern music production and performance, while she worked hard in practising the basics, wanting to recreate the classical tone. He wanted to work in music production. She wanted to be a virtuoso. As the more they came to know each other, the more they realised they didn’t really get along.
The two fell silent as they reached her home.
‘Bye.’ She looked like she was feeling down in the dumps. Why the disappointment? He was obviously heading for a different direction from hers.
‘Bye.’ He was reluctant to leave her. Why the reluctance? Didn’t he approach her just to tease information out of her?
Both of them hid their feelings.
Neither of them could step out beyond the boundaries set in their heads.
The pair said their goodbyes and went their own ways.
Now in her living room, she took out her beloved cello and played a slow ballad, enchanted with her own performance.
As she played along, she thought about him, as well as the feeling of love.
She had a sudden urge to listen to rock…450Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy4vkEm3gqf
