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WHO: Shiori (
colourtune) and Maaya (
sparklingstitches).
WHERE: Museum, ground floor, Shiori's showroom.
WHEN: Week one, Wednesday.
WHAT: You can't know someone until you've met them face to face. Besides, the piano is really neat...
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[The showroom is basically just four walls forming a square, a white cube void of natural light and other decorative features. Somewhere far above her head, lamps are shining down on the marble floor, but the light holds the same dusty yellow hue that she's noticed in the air outside. There's a door, though. On her right. A door is good, lessens the instinctive feeling of claustrophobia.
At least the room isn't empty, like it had been upon her arrival. When she came down this morning, she'd found the piano. Standing there. Like it wasn't a big deal. Even her father's hotel chain and software development company couldn't have obtained her a Kawai crystal piano. Customized with her name written in black, curly letters along the side. SHIORI.
While waiting for Maaya, she seats herself on the stool, fingers resting lightly on the piano keys. White and black. White and black. She doesn't play anything, not a single note. Her cellphone has been discarded in the far corner as well, because it's true, right?
Sometimes you have to let the silence speak, otherwise you can't actually hear what's being played.]
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WHERE: Museum, ground floor, Shiori's showroom.
WHEN: Week one, Wednesday.
WHAT: You can't know someone until you've met them face to face. Besides, the piano is really neat...
_____
[The showroom is basically just four walls forming a square, a white cube void of natural light and other decorative features. Somewhere far above her head, lamps are shining down on the marble floor, but the light holds the same dusty yellow hue that she's noticed in the air outside. There's a door, though. On her right. A door is good, lessens the instinctive feeling of claustrophobia.
At least the room isn't empty, like it had been upon her arrival. When she came down this morning, she'd found the piano. Standing there. Like it wasn't a big deal. Even her father's hotel chain and software development company couldn't have obtained her a Kawai crystal piano. Customized with her name written in black, curly letters along the side. SHIORI.
While waiting for Maaya, she seats herself on the stool, fingers resting lightly on the piano keys. White and black. White and black. She doesn't play anything, not a single note. Her cellphone has been discarded in the far corner as well, because it's true, right?
Sometimes you have to let the silence speak, otherwise you can't actually hear what's being played.]