The Music Lovers - Page 2

strontium · #16 26-04-2011, 10:08 PM

Gr8t writing.

Komuso · #17 27-04-2011, 12:04 AM

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Originally Posted by simple2kee

interesting story!

Much appreciated bro

Komuso · #18 27-04-2011, 12:10 AM

V.

She raised her head to look me. Her eyes, with their rich brown irises, looked different now... they were half-lidded, soft; but their penetrating gaze bore straight through me - like a fucking fifty-foot bangalore torpedo with a lit fuse mounted on a jet engine. There were, however, never any obstacles on this beach to begin with of course. Gazing into those eyes was heaven; there was no end to her two jet-black pupils, resting in their seas of hazel; inviting... burning with the dark fire of many unanswered questions. Her lips parted as if to speak, but no words emerged from them; her eyes left mine as she rested her head back on my shoulder with a contented look on her face.

"We've known each other for, like, awhile?" she said

"Yeah..." I said as I encircled my arms around her petite waist.

I felt the warmth emanating from the blood coursing through her veins, throbbing with the accelerating beat of her heart. Then there was her scent... that deliriously intoxicating feminine musk of her sweat, delicately fused with the small amount of perfume she was wearing; it drew me in like the rear end of a Formula One wind tunnel as I drove my nose into the nape of her neck. In that tiny space between where her hair ended and the back of her ear began, I took a long slow drag and chased the dragon, as drug addicts would say. I planted a kiss where I had landed, and ran an index finger down the length of her long, graceful nose for good measure.

"...but I can hear your voice even when you're not singing, girl." And that was not a lie.

"(for a moment I fucking nearly typed my real name here), I..." she sighed, turning to face me.

"Yes?"

"We are... the same, aren't we?" she continued. "I just can't put it into words, but... I know from the way you play, from the way you speak, from the way you look at me. I'd never thought it was possible before but, now I'm sure." she turned around and grasped my hands.

"You are... my own." I would never forget those words.

And then the sudden force of her kiss hit my lips like a gale force wind, nearly knocking me over; as she pulled away her kiss continued to tug on my upper lip, only very reluctantly letting it go at its end.

"You too baby." I said as I savoured the taste of her breath mixed with cherry-flavoured lip balm left on my tongue.

She let out a small laugh, not one of amusement, but a happiness that rang with that rich, clear, sweetness which was her voice. She placed both her hands on my temples, running her thumbs over my eyebrows.

"How is this possi-"

I didn't give her a chance to complete the word as I returned her kiss with greater ferocity; I tasted the milky whiteness of her teeth, and then found her tongue. It was one hell of a fighter, refusing to submit for nearly ten seconds, but eventually giving way to a knowing smile.

"Mmm. Cherry. Very nice." I said as I ran my fingers through her long black hair, feeling the slight wave in her luscious locks towards their ends.

"My name is Sarah!" she said with a giggle. "And you taste of... bitter chocolate... the tobacco from your cigarettes."

"How do you know? Maybe it's the bitterness from deep inside my tortured artist soul." I joked.

She laughed again and locked her arms around my neck, pulling me closer, pressing herself against me. Her denim skirt fell back slightly as she lifted her right leg to rest it on my left knee.

"My sweetness will cure that then. Isn't that right?" she said, completely resting her weight on me now. All the wrestling with her was making my lower back ache a little, but of course I didn't care less.

"Only if I get to take my medication regularly baby." our foreheads touched, followed by the tips of our noses.

She drew in a sharp breath and kissed me again; the overwhelming force of her desire driving her entire body forward and upwards until she ended up sitting on my lap. I felt my loins stir as gravity and my arousal drove much of my blood to a convenient resting point between my legs. I held her torso against mine tightly, feeling her ribcage expand and contract as her breathing grew heavier. I could feel the rounded tips of her bust drilling into my solar plexus as we struggled to be even closer to each other than we already were. Any further and we would have probably suffocated each other to death. My palms settled gingerly on the rounded curves of her rump, as the soft white skin of her forearms rubbed against my neck with a maddening friction. She gave me an affectionate grin.

"So now my name is baby, huh. You have to make up your mind you know... baby." she said under her breath.

"Your name is Sarah; a princess. Which is exactly what you are, now that I've found you." I replied.

Her smile grew even wider, to the point that the fine creases at the edge of her eyes began to show, making me grip her even tighter, almost by reflex.

"And what are we then, in the space of what, a few months?" she asked.

"Silly girl;" I replied. "Why, we're the music lovers, of course."

And as she sighed with contentment at my answer, there came an unwelcome rapping at the door.

Gary00 · #19 27-04-2011, 01:04 AM

Appreciated your effort. It was beautifully written, keep it up

Komuso · #20 27-04-2011, 02:26 PM

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Originally Posted by Gary00

Appreciated your effort. It was beautifully written, keep it up

Thanks bro. Appreciate it!

Komuso · #21 27-04-2011, 04:35 PM

VI.

The rude jolt out of our delirium nearly made us fall off the piano bench; we quickly sorted ourselves out and stood up. A head peeked through the doorway - a student from another class, fortunately, but the incredulous stare she shot us still didn't portend well.

"Sorry, did you all book this place... or something?" out visitor asked.

Well that was a fucking stupid question, I thought to myself. If we had booked the studio already how could the estate office let you have the exact same slot, girl?

"Nah, we were just having free practice. Thought no one was using the place so we just walked right in. Anyway we're leaving now; it's all yours." I replied. How we had free practice without making a sound would be the mystery she had to solve for herself. But I figured it probably wouldn't be too hard to come up with a scandalous story given the circumstances. Shit.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see she was still looking at us as we left hurriedly. After we were finally out of her sight and around the corner down the corridor, Sarah grabbed my hand and giggled.

"It's like a bloody junior high romance novel, isn't it?" she said with a laugh. I smiled back but didn't answer.

I realised there and then that I wanted, almost more than anything else in the world, to see her happy. To keep that smile on her face, to let that voice continue singing, to make those beautiful eyes sparkle with a love for life which her circumstances conspired to stamp out.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, puzzled.

"You look so beautiful when you're happy. I don't want you to go back to the way you were this morning, ok babe?" I replied. She smiled and looked down.

"Is it that easy?" she asked.

"What's difficult is learning not to pay attention to things that aren't worth paying attention to; on the surface especially. A lot of people are good at saying all sorts of things about music, but I wonder if they feel anything at all. Remember that when they say things about your playing, your skills, and whatever else they can come up with. Because the day you stop doing that, you won't be able to hear the sound of music anymore. All you'll be left with is noise." I said.

"I'll try baby... I will." she nodded. "I'm so glad I met you... you know."

"Damn right I know. The only debate now is who found who first, you or me?" I said in jest.

"Haha... In this instance I'll let you be on top then!" she said suggestively.

I wanted to hold her hand and walk her to the canteen for lunch, but of course I couldn't. Small matter. We had a simple meal and then sat at our table not knowing what to do next. I gesture that I was going around the corner to a spot near the car park for a smoke; she nodded and indicated that she wanted to tag along.

"How you people manage to inhale all of that," she said as I took a long drag of red. "I'll never understand. Doesn't it make you choke or leave a burning feeling in your lungs?"

"That's not the way it works babe. It's quite soothing actually... and that's why people smoke. Helps to soothe rattled nerves." I answered.

"Haha... do I rattle your nerves?"

"Of course you do babe," I repled. "but in a good way. Not everything that rattles my nerves however, is like you."

"So what are you thinking about?"

I took another long drag. "I'm just... tired of this place. I don't know what I'm doing here anymore. Problem is, there's nothing very good waiting for me outside of school either. I could just drop out now and find some dipshit job that would feed me; but with a life like that, I'm better off commiting suicide since there's nothing but the endless repitition of the same motor actions until the day I die anyway."

"Hey. Don't say things like that ok." she said with a worried tone.

"Haha, don't worry girl, I'm not going to kill myself any time soon. But that just makes it harder, no? Like I said earlier it's difficult not to be demoralised by what we see. I try to remember that music will always be with me no matter where I am or what I'm going through. But it's still goddamned hard to keep all the bad thoughts out of my head."

"We can help each other remember then." she suggested. "Our beliefs are undying... just like our love, yes? Sounds like something out of a movie right, haha..."

The girl actually made me laugh, and I was surprised by how much better I was feeling already. I recalled at that moment how the usual remarks that I heard were along the lines of 'don't think too much', 'why make life so complicated', or the token 'at least you still have food to eat'. But my unspoken replies to these interlocutors would always be, how different from animals are we then, if have no sense of purpose? Anyway, there was a familiar sight appearing around the corner...

"Why, if it isn't the music lovers!!"

simple2kee · #22 27-04-2011, 09:25 PM

good story, keep it up!

Komuso · #23 27-04-2011, 09:37 PM

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Originally Posted by simple2kee

good story, keep it up!

Thanks boss! Hope to get VII up by tonight, maybe VIII if I'm lucky, followed by another intermission

Komuso · #24 28-04-2011, 12:30 AM

VII.

"Ah... go to hell lah, you." I said with a laugh as I saw a beaming Sean walking over.

"First time I get to see you today, and you already want to send me to my doom. Some friend you are man." he countered. "A light please, Mr Music Lover, thanks."

"Like I'm your fucking servant right." I jabbed. He gave a look of mock hurt, and proceeded to huddle closer for me to light his cigarette. He had something to tell me.

"You and her gonna be all over the news very soon bro... like some warped version of Charles and Di. This is all very unnecessary lah, you know. But what to do... make sure you're following your heart and not your dick, dude." he advised with a grin.

"Piece of shit, you. So you believe what the papers are saying lah." I muttered. He shrugged.

"Do I look like I need the news to tell me what I already know?" he winked, looking over to Sarah. "And a good afternoon to you, Ms Music Lover."

"And you are?" asked Sarah with a laugh.

"This is Sean. He's an asshole." I interjected.

"Umm, hi... asshole!" she said laughing out loud.

"Nao hia, you. Always make me look bad in front of girls, so that you can keep them for yourself, think I don't know." Sean spat at me. "Girl, you better be careful of this fella. He's a dangerous man. What kind of musician keeps fucking brooding like him, right."

We were all laughing by then and had a lighthearted chat, afterwhich we parted ways as Sean headed for class.

"Where do you want to go now? Back to the studio?" Sarah asked.

"Don't think so; we'll have no excuse this time if we're found in the same place and in the same position haha. It's a good thing the piano was between us and the door." I replied.

"Haha yeah... Well. Let's go out then." she said.

"Where? Nearby? We just ate you know." I checked my watch. It was about 3 in the afternoon.

"No. Let's go to where there's music!" she chirped.

"Huh? Where? You mean like a concert or something?"

"No, let's go to HMV. I go there all the time. Can listen to music for free!"

It was a pretty good idea.

She slept on my shoulder on the long bus ride to town. Watching the deadpan scenery whizzing past the upper deck windows of the bus we were on was like lazing on a sofa watching TV on a Sunday afternoon. The smell of her hair filled my nostrils, with a few stray strands swaying back and forth across my cheek as they bobbed and weaved from being blown by the air-conditioning. If ever there was peace in my life, this was it. A Chopin piano concerto hummed softly in my left earphone, that tragically romantic piece sending my thoughts in all directions. In my mind, my two usual demons sat on their haunches with their legs crossed, staring at me. One accused me of misleading myself; Sarah was only here because she had an immediate vacuum to fill, and she would be gone the minute she grew out of her hang ups. An alternative explanation was that I was probably the only musician around who was neither a threat nor a hypocrite, making me a convenient person to relate to. The other demon dismissed both ideas, asserting that the girl had a connection with me that was beyond rationality, which frequently goes by the term 'love'. At any rate all the evidence presented so far at the very least suggested that she wouldn't choose the captain of a rugby team as her male companion. Or was that kind of male simply too intimidating for her? We arrived in town without their dispute being resolved. As if it could be, anyway.

At the store, she was like Alice in Wonderland. So was I actually, during my first couple of visits, but after that I became a systematic and rational shopper: I would go down and study all the latest releases, making lists of them - just so that I could go home and hunt them down on Napster

We visited the classical section first, followed by jazz, pop, rock, asian, dance, and then soundtracks. I had to gently but firmly drag her away from each listening station, else she would have remained rooted on the spot until the store closed.

"There are so many kinds of music I haven't heard before." she said.

"I can imagine why... you would have probably started at classical and gotten stuck there until the store closed, at the rate you're going." I laughed.
She placed her arms akimbo and pretended to give me an angry look.

"Hmph. Ok. So I'm slow, I know. That's why I'm not as good as you loh." she pouted.

"Ahaha... girl, you're just so caught up with the details that you're losing sight of the big picture that's all. But I hear it's just a female thing, you know, getting caught up with the details." I replied.

"Hmph. But you males just gloss over all the fine details. So callous." she retorted cheekily.

"Oh really? Wanna bet?" I proceeded to guide her through my favourite albums across all the genres like a curator in a museum, all the while watching with pleasure as she soaked in all the information, wide-eyed and attentive.

"Wow. I feel as if I shouldn't be a music student anymore... kidding. How did you manage to get all this know-how?" she said excitedly.

"Not from school or piano lessons, I can tell you that." I put my arm around her shoulders. The guys around us kept taking furtive glances at us; well more at her than me, I suppose. "It just sucks you in, if you let it; music, I mean. It's all out there waiting to be heard - an entire lifetime won't nearly be enough to enjoy all of it completely."

My cellphone rang and I bickered with my mother for a couple of minutes on why I wouldn't be back for dinner that night, and why I didn't call earlier to say so.

"Time for dinner I suppose." she said with a smile.

"You're not going to ring home?" I asked. She looked away.

"My home operates differently from yours... I only call if I'm coming back. Anyway I don't stay with my parents, they're divorced. I live with my aunt, but she usually works late anyway." she said.

"Oh ok. I'm sorry to hear that." I replied.

"Nah don't be sorry... everyone has their own baggage to deal with, right? Well at least I have music, although I didn't pay attention to that fact very much till I met you. And now, I also have you." she answered, suddenly sounding like a very dignified thirty-something year old.

We had a shitty and costly fast food dinner at the Spinelli's on the ground floor. The company we gave each other more than made up for it though. We took a slow walk down the shopping district after that...up to a point where there wasn't a bus stop which was any use getting either of us home.

"End of the line huh." I said.

"I don't want to go home..." she said. "Isn't there somewhere we could go where... we could just be alone?" she said despondently.

"Well, not unless you want to sleep with me on the streets tonight. We'll go to 'Where... The Streets Have No Name!' " A pun on the U2 song which I had recently introduced to her. "Ok guess not. You get arrested for sleeping on the streets in this city, whether they have a name or not." She laughed.

I reached into my pocket to grab my cellphone, thinking I felt it vibrate, but it was nothing. My keys dropped out and fell onto the floor. I picked them up and stared at them for a moment, a wild idea suddenly striking me.

"You know," I said slowly, while still pondering the thought. "I might have a way to grant you your wish."