Holla @Imperfect_Autumn
I'm gonna go ahead and throw up my long start, take your time to respond.
It was late. Perhaps too late to be awake, but M, as always, was awake. He got home, clacking his keys on the inntable next to his front door and shutting the door to a quiet, dark home whose suggestive traits bore down on him. The dark carpets made soft squishing noises as he crept across the dark foyer to his main upstairs staircase. He wanted to make noise, his fingers itched to feel the keys below them. A moment’s pause, and he was up the steps in a heartbeat, his long legs taking three to four steps at a time to get to the master bedroom, where his well-worn piano waited for him. It was large, grand, shining and a sleek black. The sheet was down but the cover of the soundboard was down. He lifted it up first and blew off dust. Then he got started with his steps of preparation.
He was home, practically throwing his bag across the room to untighten his tie and sit on the black stool, which sunk with a soft hiss under his familiar weight. First, he moved the heavy sheet of wood covering the keys up and back, so he could actually play his piano, then sucked in a breath between his clenched teeth in actual, pure, excitement. He set his long fingers, worn and and naturally made to play, onto the cold white keys. The moonlight threw attractive silver rays of light, making them shift as he got ready to play.
He started with a slow scale that he followed slowly with his voice. Both, the piano and his voice were rumbly and strange-sounding to him. Soon he managed to get both under control and started quicker scales in different keys.
He found the key he wanted to play in, and played it quicker until his fingers ached in annoyance with him. When they ached, he joined with his voice to raise it higher and higher to the octave he knew it could still reach. It strained just a bit, naturally, but it soon sounded smooth as he finished his warm up.
He sat back in his seat with a soft inhale. What to play now? He leaned forward a bit and thought for a bit, but his fingers knew what he wanted. He set his fingers down, inhaled slowly, and started to play.
“Toniiight… , I'm gonna have myself a real good time… I feel ali-i-iiiive… and the world I’ll turn it inside out, yeah… And floating around in ecstasy…”
(I found it! What is it with you and this song lately? Lol.
Also, are we doing married M and Alison? Or before that?)
(It inspired me. Why? How did you know I liked it so much???
I think before that would be cute.)
(I've been looking at a bunch of other RPs, as I do. Lol. I noticed you've used it a lot. And now it's stuck in my head… sigh
Yesssss. It totally would~!)
(Are there more people stalking me than what I think??? it's a heckin good song so
ahhhhh so cute)
(Lol. Probably.
So should they just, like, run into each other somewhere? Or…?)
(Well, M's at home so I was thinking along the lines of Alison comes to see if he's home (at the middle of the night??) to like, make sure he's not dead or something.)
(So they're already at least friends… Good friends, I'm assuming, of she's checking on him so late. Maybe she just decided to take a late night walk and suddenly thought it might be nice to see him?)
(I was thinking they were at least bf and gf but it's whatever you think suits this better. Do what you like best ^-^)
(Girlfriend and boyfriend work! I thought that would be good, too, actually. I'll start typing up my post now…)
(Lmao. Alright! I pre-wrote a lot of this scene so if I respond unnaturally fast that's why. ^D^)
(Lol. Okay. I'm also writing a paper, so I'll be slow…)
Alison sighed and glanced at the clock. It was ridiculously late, but she just couldn't sleep. Maybe a short walk would help… Oh, and she could visit M, as well. He would probably be up, anyway. He usually was. It was like he never slept…
With a chuckle, Alison pulled on a light jacket and a pair of shoes and made her way outside. She took a deep breath of the cool night air, looking around in the dim light. A while of walking later, she arrived at the door of her boyfriend's house and gently knocked on the door.
(That's alright. Also, she can hear him playing at this point, he's being pretty loud.)
“I’m gonna go, go, go! There’s no stopping mee…~ I’m burnin’ through the skyyyyy yeah! Two hundreed degreeees– that's why the call me Mister Fahrenheeeiiiiit!”
M’s voice was raising to overlap the deep, already loud voice of his playing, moving forward farther as if singing into a microphone. All his cares were melting away. Who cared about disturbing neighbors? So what if it was well past midnight? The sun was raising anyway, it would at least be a good alarm. The thought brought a genuine smile to his lips as he played faster with the song.
His long black hair fell to dance with the keys as he sung louder with the song and leaned forward more, his hair uncurling out of his shirt where it was neatly tucked away for the previous workday. He felt young and fleeting again as his fingers danced across the board of the piano. No more stress about stupid things as he sat there.
“I’m traveling at the speed of liiiiiiiight– yeah! I wanna make a supersonic man out of you!”
His face turned up in a bright smile as he reached the middle portion of the song, arching his back in a delightful stretch that charged his body with a wonderful lively feeling.
“I’m having such a good time, I’m having a ball~ If you wanna have a good time, just give me a caaall~ Don’t stop me now… ‘Cus I’m having a good time and I don’t wanna stop at allll!” He held out the last lyric for an unnecessary amount of time, enjoying the way his body sung out with it before continuing intently with the music. Not a trace of his girlfriend's knock reached his ears, for he was being way too loud.
(Ah, got it.)
Alison chuckled at the sound of M's voice and the piano ringing through the otherwise quiet night. She shook her head, clearly amused, and knocked harder. If he didn't hear her, she would probably just step inside and surprise him.
(This is where my pre-written era ends ;u;)
M continued through the rest of the song with a steady pace, one of his unused feet bobbing with the tempo below him as his fingers danced across the keys. He had absolutely no intention to be disturbed as he played louder and faster to the end of the song, past the solos of the drums and guitar. His chest strained as he quickly ran out of breath.
(Lol. Okay.)
When M didn't answer the door, Alison chuckled softly to herself and simply let herself in. She followed the sound of the music up the stairs and to the room that held the piano. Upon arriving there, she leaned against the doorframe and simply watched him play.
M hummed softly out of the song, his shoulders relaxing as the song in his head finished. The song finished but his fingers kept playing slowly. A few moments later he stopped, sighing and pulling his hands away. He sat up, glanced over and jumped out of his skin with a yelp.
Alison laughed gently, an amused grin tugging at her lips. She hadn't expected him to react quite so… startled.
"Hello, M. Your playing was wonderful," she said, pushing herself off the doorframe.
How could have one blamed him? His heart was still racing with the high he got from playing, and the sudden appearence of his girlfriend didn't help much at all.
"Hi Alison," He murmured back, watching her carefully, setting his hands down on his lap. "Thank you. It's quite late," He observed softly, looking outside.
"It is," Alison agreed softly, making her way over to him. "After midnight, even. I couldn't sleep, though, so I decided to go for a walk. And then I thought of you and wanted to visit you. I'm sorry for letting myself in, but I didn't know how long I would be waiting…"
"Oh… ah, I didn't hear you," He admitted softly, grinning sheepishly. "That's okay. I'm glad you decided to pay a visit." So I didn't end up waking up the entire neighborhood. Gods, they would have been really mad at me.
Alison smiled back, gesturing to the piano bench. "May I sit here?"
"Oh, yes, of course!" He said scooting over to the side for her to sit. "Do you play piano?"
"Some," Alison answered softly as she slid into the seat beside him. "My mother wanted me to play, so she had me take lessons when I was younger. I didn't enjoy them, though, preferring to learn my own songs on my own."
"What songs do you know?" He asked, tilting his head, assuming she did the company and actually taught herself songs. He wasn't going to tell her how that was bad practice– that would just be rude! He scooted over a little more so she could reach the bottom octave keys.
