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π‘Šβ„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘β€™π‘  𝐴 πΆπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘ π‘π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘œ? (π»π‘’π‘›π‘Ÿπ‘¦ πΏπ‘Žπ‘’)

𝑇𝑦𝑝𝑒: 𝐹𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑓

π‘ƒπ‘Žπ‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘”: π»π‘’π‘›π‘Ÿπ‘¦ πΏπ‘Žπ‘’ π‘₯ π‘…π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ

π‘†π‘’π‘šπ‘šπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘¦: π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 π»π‘’π‘›π‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘—π‘Žπ‘šπ‘šπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘œπ‘› π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘–π‘Žπ‘›π‘œ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘ π‘˜ β„Žπ‘–π‘š 𝑖𝑓 β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘› π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘β„Ž π‘¦π‘œπ‘’. π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘ π‘Žπ‘¦ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ 𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 π‘˜π‘›π‘œπ‘€π‘™π‘’π‘‘π‘”π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘šπ‘’π‘ π‘–π‘, 𝑏𝑒𝑑 β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘’π‘ π‘›β€™π‘‘ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘™π‘¦ π‘˜π‘›π‘œπ‘€ β„Žπ‘œπ‘€ 𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑙 β„Žπ‘’ 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑠 π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘–π‘šπ‘ π‘’π‘™π‘“.

𝐴/𝑁: 𝐻𝑖 𝑔𝑒𝑦𝑠, 𝐼'π‘š π‘ π‘œ π‘ π‘œ π‘ π‘œπ‘œπ‘œπ‘œπ‘œ π‘ π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘€π‘Žπ‘  π‘ π‘œ π‘™π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’. 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘“π‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œ π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘˜ π‘œπ‘› π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘š 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘Žπ‘  𝐼 β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘‘π‘œ 𝑔𝑒𝑑 π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘¦ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘ π‘œ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘›π‘¦ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘”π‘ , π‘ π‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘œπ‘™ 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘œπ‘›π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘š. 𝐼 β„Žπ‘œπ‘π‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›'𝑑 π‘šπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘’ π‘’π‘›π‘—π‘œπ‘¦!

π΅π‘Žπ‘π‘¦ πΌβ€™π‘š π‘“π‘Žπ‘™π‘™π‘–π‘›π‘”~

π»π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘’π‘’π‘™π‘ ~

πΏπ‘œπ‘œπ‘˜π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘€π‘Žπ‘¦π‘  π‘‘π‘œ 𝑙𝑒𝑑 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘˜π‘›π‘œπ‘€ 𝑗𝑒𝑠𝑑 β„Žπ‘œπ‘€ 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙~

Music rings through the halls of the house. It was Henry, doing what he does best. His music flows from his soul and into any instrument he plays. It was always beautiful to hear. I see how every moment he spends in the room of music, is a moment spent in heaven for him. I’ve never quite understood his passion, but I love watching it in action.

I walk down the hall in the direction of the melody, my bare feet smacking the cold floor. I curl my toes, wishing I’d put on my slippers. The sound of Henry’s voice gets louder as I approach. As I listen, I realize that he’s singing It’s You, it’s one of my favorite songs of his. He doesn’t notice me as I walk up to the other opposite side of the piano. He often plays with his eyes closed.

β€œTryna hold back, you oughtta know that you’re the one that’s on my mind.” He sings, scrunching his face a bit. β€œI’m falling too fast. Deeply in love. Finding the magic in the colors of you.

Every since I’d started dating him, he’d taught me how to sing. I wasn’t very good before, but he taught me certain techniques and skills. He even taught me how to harmonize. Which is exactly what I begin doing as he continues singing.

β€œπ‘Œπ‘œπ‘’β€™π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘ π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’, π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘ π‘šπ‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘›π‘‘. π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’β€™π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘’π‘›π‘™π‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘, π‘˜π‘’π‘’π‘π‘  π‘šπ‘¦ β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘ π‘”π‘œπ‘–π‘›π‘”.”

He looks at me, but doesn’t falter from playing. He smiles as he sings. I smile back, resting my chin on my hands as he continues before I jump back in.

π‘…π‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘ π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’, π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘ π‘šπ‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘›π‘‘. 𝐼𝑑'𝑠 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘’π‘’π‘’.

I stop singing and Henry looks at me with the most loving eyes. He appears to be singing to me now. I blush, smiling at him. His voice has always captivated me, but so did watching him play. The way he handled the piano so carefully. He didn’t bang on the keys, but rather bounced from one chord to another with grace.

The amount of passion that Henry puts into his music is incredible. It’s one of the things I love about him. I envy his skill with instruments, because I was never able to pick it up as a child, but it’s heartwarming to watch him.

As he finishes his song, he gets up and gives me a big hug.

β€œYou’re getting so good.” He says, picking me up.

β€œI learned from the best.” I smile at him. β€œCan you teach me this? It’s so pretty. If not it’s okay, I’m just not really good at playing piano.” I admit.

β€œOf course I’ll teach you!” He says excitedly. He motions for me to sit down and he stands behind me. I put my fingers on the keys, ready for instruction.

β€œSo first, you’re going to press the notes, G A B A G, with your right hand? And on the second A, you’ll press B with your left.” He tells me. I hover my fingers over the keys and then look at him.

β€œUh, where are they?” I ask sheepishly.

β€œOh, right." He laughs, playing the notes for me. I copy them slowly, trying to remember which ones he played. He waits patiently as I try to get used to the keys. When I finally get it down, he guides me through the song.

β€œBut since this part is the climax of a song, you’re going to add a crescendo to make the song more heartfelt.” He explains as I stare at him blankly.

β€œWhat’s a crescendo?” I ask, when he shows no sign of explaining.

β€œOh, yeah, a crescendo is where you start the part of the song off softly and then gradually get louder. Like turning up a dial.” He demonstrates for me. β€œGot it?”

β€œI think so... I get that I have no business playing the piano.” I laugh.

β€œAw, come on, babe. Let’s just continue, we’re almost finished.” Henry pleads. I let out an exaggerated sigh and nod.

β€œAlright, what’s next?” I ask, as he continues to teach me.

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