『JenSoo Short Stories』

The Girl Who Plays the Piano

The day she touch the piano's keys, she had lost herself to the sound of the tuning; that deafened her. It was so soothing, so soft to simply hear. The interest sparked so wonderfully inside of her to then be a pianist and follow the path of a reverberating melody. It was her that gave Jennie the idea, after all. A young, aspiring pianist who had dreams of doing nothing but playing the chords of a sincere beat, to the audience who applauded her twice as much. that was exactly how Jennie found her, the tall and slim female, a well-known pianist, Kim Jisoo.

She wasn't exactly popular, nor was she underrated. She was convenient to her own self, without wanting to boast her talent to the others. In fact, the others found her impeccably talented. That was how she gained popularity. Her simplicity drew young individuals towards her, and her charming personality spoke positivity, even into the mind of a driven pessimist.

Jennie Kim was one of those 'driven pessimists'.

Her ear rested along the wooden door, as she waited for the same song again. The same symphony that had her heart beating, had her heart doing somersaults. Honestly, the keys had the effect of a born talent. It was almost unreal, to compare a beautiful, budding talent such as hers to someone as mere as Jennie herself. But listening to the melody only gave her the same amount of happiness, the elixir of enticing aspiration. She felt motivated, as though she wanted to achieve. Wanted to make a name for herself, entitle herself to the world.

Though it felt as though she was breaching an artist's privacy, Jennie couldn't refuse the paradise that lay there, right behind that door. Guilty with consent, that's how she felt. This had been going on for a week now, and honestly, Jennie was gullible enough to be drawn towards whatever, whoever was behind that door. Even if it was a murderer who played his sadistic melodies, she would be more than happy to have them teach her.

Her fingertips were still upon the ligneous door, as she accidentally managed to dart a quick knock. This caused the music to stop, having Jennie panic. Never had she ever spoken to this stranger, not once, though he spoke big about her a wonderful pianist lived next door, she had not once seen or heard their voice.

Light footsteps were heard as the girl approached the door, as Jennie heard someone kneel down by the door as well. Then came a voice sweeter than heaven, there was no surprise that she had such a blinding beauty of playing the piano. Her voice was the same, as well. Just as alluring, just as dreamy. Jennie had expected the stranger to open the door and accuse her for invading the person's privacy, what she didn't expect was for her to talk back. She also did not expect her to say something as cryptic.

"Were you listening? did you enjoy it, today? I hope you noticed that I tried a new note."

The stranger said, so purely as though they had no care of the world. Almost scary, as to how they did not mind Jennie's presence at all. Normally, people would be disturbed if someone interrupted their work. However, their voice seemed like the person was female and calm. But Jennie decided that assuming genders was not the best thing.

"I noticed." Jennie answered. A bit nervous and fidgety than her usual blasting personality. Now, it was a stranger she was talking to after all. A talented, melodious stranger whom she looked up to. She better be careful. "Yeah, i did enjoy it." she hesitantly said, shy and flustered. When she traced back to her words, she noticed what the stranger mentioned. Today. did the person know she was listening to them play all these days? Was she reading the situation too much? Either way, she felt at ease to talk to them now. Having the person be titled as a stranger for too long isn't the best case.

There was a momentary pause, an eerie silence before the stranger cut through again. "Why did you stop talking?" Jennie involuntarily asked, waiting for an answer. She usually got nervous when a person talking would stop midway. It made her feel as though she said something wrong. "Nothing. your voice is pretty, it's my first time hearing it." the stranger replied, softly chuckling. To this, Jennie blushed. She chortled along, only to pause again.