Prelude
Songs Of My LifeFor the longest time, the song of Chanyeol’s life had been rock and roll. Through the hard base lines and the screaming of the guitar he didn’t notice that melodic piano drift in until it was too late. He was submerged under its quiet yet esteemed embrace, and he was suddenly sure he didn’t want to be free.
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He was enticed by the lithe and beautiful fingers of the piano man, whose movements seemed to flow and skim the keys, yet a sharp sound remained behind. As he played his whole body moved and though his face was covered by his large black hat, his passion poured into the room.
It drove Chanyeol out of his mind.
All his life, the blending of the guitar, the base, the drums, all of those together had made music. But this was just one man, and music poured out of his fingertips almost effortlessly. He didn’t understand why his foot had been tapping to the rhythm, why his fingers had drummed along effortlessly to the hearty tune, why his heart was pounding. It was just a piano. There weren’t even words.
“He can play anything,” their host at the bar had told his group earlier, “so don’t be afraid to make a request.”
Chanyeol had scoffed, not really caring one way or another. But he was furious now, irrationally so, he knew. But when the song ended he walked over to the stage in the corner, ignoring the questioning looks he received from his group.
“Hey,” he said to the back of the pianist’s head. He saw him stiffen a bit. “They said you can play anything. If you can play ‘Piano Man’ I’ll give you a big tip.” He waved 50,000 won up at the stage.
The piani
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