Sonata for Two Pianos.

[longwinded]

["We're going to have you do a recital with another student on campus, very talented, just as talented as you. He's different but we know you'll work together just fine." Said your private piano teacher. You knew who he was, and what he was all about. You two were practically the most often praised musicians on campus. But you had never spoken with him, or given him the time of day. You were always holed up in your practice room before you went home to perform your songs for Dad, who lived close to campus to make sure you were doing your work. You're sure you're way over your amount of practice hours for the semester- what could one recital hurt?

So you agree. You, John Egbert, are going to perform a recital with another pianist you've never met face to face with until now. A first year student at that, as if you have so much seniority over him.

Your fingers rest easy over the keys, you let your fingers do what they've always done. Glide over the ivories to finish off yet another practice session- Chopin was your composer of choice today. Bach was yesterday, perhaps Beethoven tomorrow if you've been good. Your day isn't done, you have to meet him somewhere. You gather your music and clock your time, your instructor said to wait in the practice hall. Your new duet partner would bring the music for you to play today.

So here you stand.]

Comments

[knightime]

[It isn't long before Dave brings a large bowl over with some hearty, chicken soup. He places the bowl on the table and rummages through his fridge for some apple juice. John can raid it if he wants a drink. It's too much effort to ask when John can get up and do it himself. He doesn't seem against rummaging through his cabinets anyways.]

[longwinded]

[He rummage until he finds a glass and then fills it with water. No big deal right? He sits down at the table and begins eating at the soup. He's...surprised it actually tastes really good.]

Tastes great.

[knightime]

[Dave is eating quietly. Well. What is he supposed to do. He can't talk. But he nods, taking the compliment.]

[longwinded]

[John is as well.]

You should let me make dessert some time.

[knightime]

[Dave looks up and tilts his head in a curious manner.

Oh?]

[longwinded]

I can make all sorts of stuff, just write down what you like.

[FEEL FREE TO SWOON.]

[knightime]

[Dave looks kind of confused at this point. It's not like Bro really was into that. And Dave didn't really buy a lot of it. He's surprisingly healthy. Although he does love himself some cheetos once in awhile.</small]

[longwinded]

Next time, then. You look kind of starry-eyed over there. I know it's probably a shock or something, having someone want to cook things like that for you. I'll bring stuff over.

[And nab recipes from Dad!]

[knightime]

[He hopes you can hear the eyeroll he made behind his shades as he goes back to eating. Don't flatter yourself, John. You little shit.]

[longwinded]

Hey, what's that look for?

[Come on Dave, don't make that look behind your shades...]

[knightime]

[Dave keeps his face completely passive. This is what happens when your friend is mute and wears glasses all the time.]

[longwinded]

[That's not fair. He can't read Dave at all.]

You're weird, you know that?

[knightime]

[Dave nods his head and goes back to eating.]

[longwinded]

[John finishes his bowl pretty quickly, going to pick up and clean his dishes. He should at least let his dad know where he is...]