Literary: Fur Elise
It was six in the evening then. I was staring at bare parking lot, bored with my life and almost frantic. Mom’s car hasn’t pulled up yet.I decided to walk around the campus to calm myself down. I have been sitting on the bench for about an hour and it felt good to stretch my legs and take a walk.
The school was empty. It felt eerie walking alone down the corridors all by myself. The early evening breeze chilled my skin as I roam around.
I passed by the music room to see if someone is still there since I saw the lights were on when I was in the other corridor.
“Excuse me," I said quietly and knocked, half expecting a ghost to answer me.
To my surprise, someone opened the door.
“Yes?” he answered.
“Uhm, nothing. I just wondered who was in the room. Sorry to disturb,” I said.
“No, you weren’t. Would you like to hear me play?” he offered with a smile.
I smiled back and followed him to the piano. It was awkward, for the both of us I guess, having met each other for the first time.
He sat on the piano chair and started to fiddle with the white and black keys.
I stared at him for a few moments and realized that his eyes were sad. It was like he just finished crying before I came in.
He played Fur Elise, one of my favorite pieces. I noticed his hands gracefully tapping the keys.
