You Are The Music in Me {Evie}
Feb 14, 2009 1:19:15 GMT -5
Post by Ian Reeves on Feb 14, 2009 1:19:15 GMT -5
There were a lot of things that often crossed Ian's mind, though mostly he wasn't even aware of it, when he played the piano. It was really his own free time to think deeply, let everything run freely through his mind, and what he thought and felt he expressed it through his music as it went through. Sometimes he liked a tune better than another, so he tried to remember it more clearly so that he could write it down, maybe make it better, though most of the songs he started remained incomplete, or he gave up because in the end they didn't seem like they were going anywhere. At least, it'd used to be that way, but since he'd gotten with Evie he somehow found himself bursting with creativity whenever he sat down at the piano. It was a bit strange and somewhat unsettling, but he definitely couldn't say he didn't like it. She made his music better, just by being near him. He knew it was a bit different to what he'd used to write, sweeter, a bit more melodious even, as Ms. Adams had told him. She seemed very pleased with the improvement too, kept telling him that she'd known he could expand his talent even more, though it wasn't as though he was lacking any, and that she was glad it'd finally happened. That sometimes it just took the right motivation.
Apparently that motivation was Evelynne. And he felt... well, he couldn't actually describe it. Happy didn't seem like the right word, nor did content. Maybe it was a bit of a mix of both, because it just felt natural, like it was meant to be. And then, he just loved when she was in the room with him, sitting on the bench next to her or leaning against the piano, listening to him, because his music seemed even better at those times, when he was able to look at her, watch her. And he really did love her voice, loved to hear her sing. He was always trying to find songs that she'd know to play when she came around, sometimes without even asking her to sing, just trying to play a tune she'd recognize and wouldn't be able to resist singing to. It worked a lot of times, though she sometimes stopped halfway, blushed and stopped, which caused him to stop too, but sometimes she kept going. He did love that. And actually... he'd kind of figured that her just loved her, period. It wasn't a feeling he was used to, but he knew it was that. Knew that she was special, that she meant a lot to him. The only problem was he didn't know how to tell her. He sighed lightly as he moved his fingers along the black and white keys, frowning a bit. It lacked something.