Fading Song (Nicolei Luck)
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Nadia was not very excited to hear that her family was moving. She was not ready to be part of a new environment. So when she finally did move she spent the first few weeks feeling her way throughout the dark school. People came around to help her but Nadia hated getting pity from people.
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Fading Song (Nicolei Luck)

by Mr_Feelman

Nadia was not very excited to hear that her family was moving. She was not ready to be part of a new environment.

So when she finally did move she spent the first few weeks feeling her way throughout the dark school. People came around to help her but Nadia hated getting pity from people.

She had enough of that day-to-day. One day in the morning she had to drop off a paper she wrote the night before with her parents.

She had taken a wrong turn, as she was still unfamiliar with the school. Soon enough as she walked down the hallway she started hearing music.

It was a piano piece she had heard a million times before, but she could never tell you the name of it. Nadia found the door handle and then found her way inside.

She expected the music to stop as she walked in, and for the player to rush to her aid. Yet as she searched for a chair, the playing continued. So she did all she could ever do, she listened.

One thing about music is that it is difficult to describe in text. The song was a beautiful mix of notes throughout every inch of the piano.

You could swear that every note was played at some point during the song. Not a single screw-up was made throughout the whole song.

Soon enough the playing had ceased, as the sound faded, and silence consumed the room. After some time Nadia heard the player say,

“You know it’s rude to sit down in a room with another person and not even greet them”

“I don’t know if you are looking at me or not”

“That’s not really an excuse”

This was new. Nadia was used to being pitied for being blind but this person, who she assumed was male due to his voice, was treating her like any other person that walked into the room.

“Good morning my name is Nadia”

“Good morning, my name is Trevor. I did not say what I did to be rude, I’m sorry if I sounded that way. It’s just the proper thing to do when you meet someone.

Although thank you for not interrupting the music piece”

“You knew I was here before?”

“Peripheral vis… Oh sorry”

“Its fine. Did you know I was blind walking in?”

“No I just thought you were a bit clumsy. The lights are off as well.”

Trevor played a calm low sounding piece and continued.

“I assume you get questioned a lot”

“Everybody wonders what it’s like”

“Have you seen anything before?”

“No, I was born blind”

Trevor continued to play. He didn’t say anything else and let his music speak for him. The piece had a sound of sorrow as well as jubilance to it. The piece got louder, heavier, and more dramatic.

At this point it seemed as though the player was pounding on the keys. Nadia stayed quiet. She would never know what a piano looked like.

Even if she felt around it, she had never seen shapes, and she wouldn’t be able to know what the white keys looked like.

Trevor understood this, which is why he just kept playing, putting to use one of the few ways left for her to experience the world around her.

With one final chord slammed onto the piano the piece was over. The chord was echoing and ringing consuming the room, and Nadia was basking in the fading notes. Silence took the room once more.

Nadia heard Trevor stand up and speak.

“I can feel you don’t like when people help you. I will leave the door open and that’s all.

You never have to be in my company again although if you choose to continue in joining me in the morning I will willingly accept you. But I won’t force you to associate with me again.”

Nadia heard Trevor walk out the door. Nadia sat in silence for… No one really knows how long. She walked up to the piano brushing her hands across the keys.

Nadia never went to the music room again.

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