The Piano 

I heard her first before I saw her. The piano played a smooth music that made me stopped talking, I looked up and there she was: sitting at the piano, eyes closed, her face in total serenity.

Some of the people in the table had also stopped their chatting and started listening to the melodies the grand piano was releasing. While everyone had their ears up, I had my eyes on her, completely transfixed by the energy she was releasing, calm and serene. 

The magic was broken when the piano stopped singing and I saw her standing up, wearing only jeans and a black blouse, heading to an empty table. As soon as her music stopped, the slow humming of chatters reached my ears. But I didn’t want the magic to end, I was still staring at her, oblivious to the people around me. A loud laugh jerked me awake, I had to look around to remind myself where I was. The whole crew is dining at one of the hotel’s restaurant. We took up about three big tables, but the restaurant was not full. It was a romantic venue, with a terrace outside and grand piano in the middle, where a pianist could play for couples.

I looked back at the girl, she was alone in her table, her back turned on me. I can tell she was having a drink, because she had one elbow in the table. Out of my better judgement, I stood up. 

“Where are you going?” Matt asked, a member of the crew. I nodded across her table and Matt’s face turned playful, “Don’t do anything you’ll regret please,” he laughed. I shook my head smiling. I couldn’t see it, but I was sure some of the crew’s eyes followed me 

“Hi,” I said confidently when I got to her table, I positioned myself in one of her sides so anyone from the crew watching me will only have my side view. 

She looked up and I immediately saw the instant recognition in her eyes. It happens to me so often, I’ve gotten used to it. 

“Oh,” she said surprised, “Yes?” she asked, one of her eyebrows raised.

I gave her my smile, “I just came by to tell you that, it was beautiful,” I’ve started noticing her features. She wasn’t stunningly beautiful, she was simple and had pleasant enough features. She wasn’t wearing makeup, saved by a powder and a light lipstick.

Her brows furrowed, “what was?” she asked

“The piano, I meant the music that you played, it was beautiful,” I responded.

“Oh,” she said again, this time with a realization, she broke into a smile, “Really? You really think so?” she asked a bit eagerly.

“Ahh, yeah, it was captivating,” 

She smiled and blushed, “Wow,” I heard her say. She continued smiling until it became a smirk, her head was shaking. 

“I’m sorry, you must think I’m crazy,” she said still smiling. There was something about the way she smiled, liked she had a secret and she was about to tell someone.

“Thank you, I really appreciate that,” she continued. She looked up at me silently, expectantly, and I found myself saying, “You’re welcome. Can you do another one?”

I heard the ringing of her laughter, she was shaking her head. 

“I’m sorry, no” she said in between her graceful laughter, “I’m gonna tell you a secret, I only know one piece to play, that song, it’s my favorite and I practiced six months so I can play it publicly. I just dared myself to do it today, I thought if I won’t do it now, I will never do it. And nobody recognize me here so it won’t be very hard for my pride if I mess it up” 

I didn’t know I was smiling and laughing with her. 

“Really?” I asked, “You sounded like a professional,” 

“Wow,” she started laughing again. “Anyway, thank you so much again,” she raised the glass of cocktail in her hand, “I don’t want to keep you from them,” her head nodded towards the crew. 

“They’ll be fine,” I told her, “may I?” I asked pointing towards the chair across her. She looked a bit hesitant before breaking into a smile, “please,” she said.

I sat down, “So, what was that song?” 

“Well,” she began. 

That was where everything started for me and her. In the silence of the night, I reminisce the first time I saw her smile, the first time I heard her laugh and the first time she shared a secret. 

So many nights later, I would stare at the sky and I could still hear her voice, “the stars are there to remind you that we’re looking at the same sky and we’re really not that far away.”




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