En Bateau
Knocking On the Other SideWhen I had finished, I placed my hands on my lap and waited. I didn’t have to turn around to know it was Baekhyun. I could tell by the way he shuffled across the floor. A little eagerly. A little shyly.
I saw his shoes before I looked up and saw him. His face was closer to mine than I had expected. But when I stared at his cheekbones, looked into his eyes, took in his features all the other girls loved, all I could really see were the bags under his eyes and the slight hollowness in his cheeks. He blinked, and in that instant when his eyes were closed, I did not see a someone with the looks of an idol. I saw a tired boy who was about to kneel over with exhaustion.
And then he opened his eyes, and I looked away.
“You play well,” he said, leaning against the piano. “Better than a lot of people I know.”
I had expected him to say something like that. He was always like that, and even more so when he was tired.
“You don’t have to be nice,” I said, a little harshly. “I haven’t played in a really long time. My technique’s awful.”
“Well,” he said, “I haven’t played in a very long time either.”
When I didn’t say anything, he smiled apologetically at me. “I shouldn’t be bothering you. I already do enough of that, don’t I?”
He was smiling. He was hurt. I had hurt him. I was always hurting him. He turned to leave and was halfway across the room before I got the words out.
“Do you know anything by Debussy?”
Rushed words that melted into each other until they were a blurred mess that barely made any sense. Quietly spoken. Tense and strangled. Baekhyun turned around but he didn’t smile. He just stared at me in surprise. I felt my face redden.
He said, “I know En Bateau.”
I asked, “Primo or secondo?”
“Secondo.”
And so we sat down to play. He made mistakes. I made mistakes. We made music.
When we finished, my hands stayed on the piano but I did not play.
“I want to play something for you,” I said. “Can I?”
He nodded.
I played.
“I’m sorry.”
“I know,” he said. “I heard it in your music.”
“I shouldn’t have been so nasty to you. I was frustrated with myself for playing so badly.”
He looked me straight in the eye and said, “You play very well.”
And this time, I knew he meant it.
Later that day, Baekhyun slipped me a note.
“I don't play accurately - anyone can play accurately - but I play with wonderful expression.”
I never slipped notes in class, but that day, I did.
"Thank you."
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