A decade has passed since Operation Strix began. The once volatile tensions between the East and West have calmed, thanks in part to Loid Forger's relentless efforts. However, rumors of a new program designed to reignite the hostilities have started...
The tension in the room was palpable, but there was also a sense of anticipation. This wasn't just about competition; it was about respect and understanding between two talented musicians.Rowan stepped back, clearly enjoying the spectacle he had orchestrated.
"Wonderful! Let's get started then. Sebastian, you play first!"
Bash nodded as he took off his apron and hat, placing both items on the counter. As he made his way towards the piano, he began weaving his fingers through his hair. The once tamed dark locks were now sprawled into his usual everyday hairstyle. The younger girls around the piano began murmuring to one another.
"He's so good looking!"
"A baker and a musician?"
"Oh! He just looked at me!!"
We made our way towards my family's table. I was sitting next to Becky who kept giving the younger students death glares. She pouted at all the attention Bash was getting, I couldn't help but chuckle at her jealous side. I had motioned for Damian to sit down next to me, but he shook his head. Maybe he was getting nervous? As I began to worry, he gently grabbed my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
Bash had reached the piano, he sat down adjusting the piano to his liking. Finally, he took a deep breath and nodded. The crowd hushed, their excitement palpable. Sebastian's fingers hovered above the keys for a moment before he began to play. The room filled with a beautiful, haunting melody, each note resonating with emotion. I watched as his hands moved effortlessly across the keys, his face focused and determined. Despite the tension, I couldn't help but be mesmerized by his talent. His music was flawless, a testament to his skill and dedication. The crowd was entranced, their earlier murmurs replaced by awe.
As the piece progressed, Sebastian's playing became even more intense. His fingers danced across the keys, creating a cascade of notes that seemed to weave a story of their own. The room was filled with the rich, full sound of the piano, each note perfectly timed and executed.I glanced around the room, seeing the same look of amazement on everyone's faces.
Becky leaned over to me and whispered, "I had no idea he was this good."
"Neither did I," I replied, my eyes never leaving Sebastian. There was something almost magical about his playing, as if he was pouring his soul into the music. At the same time, it was like he was trying to pass along a message. Was it to himself? Or was it to someone else?
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As the final notes of the piece echoed through the room, there was a moment of stunned silence. Then, the crowd erupted into applause, cheers filling the air. Sebastian stood up, a shy smile on his face. He walked back to us, still a bit flushed from the performance.
"That was incredible," Becky said, genuinely impressed. "You have an amazing gift."
Sebastian shrugged modestly. "Thanks Becks. It's something I've worked hard on for years."
