STABBED THROUGH THE HEART

[nikkernoodle]

[It's late Thursday night, and the school is far darker than normal. The Band Room is now lit by candle light; far dimmer than electricity, but something that Salieri is fairly used to.

He's there now, seated at the piano, a candle resting in a dish on the edge of the lid as he works, plunking out chords and tinkering with melody and harmony, making notes on the paper, going back, trying again.]

Comments

2/3 I lied

[disharmonizes]

[He's looking down at the floor, not meeting Salieri's eye, because how can he right now? It's exactly the moment when he should, but he can't.]

If I could begin to be
Half of what you think of me
I could do about anything
I could even learn how to... love...