Who: Ted Tonks and Andromeda Black When: After school Where: Practice Room B. The one with the piano. What: Modern Muggle High School AU.
The piano seemed to groan in protest as Ted’s elbow rested atop the worn keys and his head dropped to his fist. He couldn’t understand why the melody in his head just wouldn’t transfer to his fingers. No matter what he did, the piece just didn’t sound right. Of course, that was a common problem he had when perfecting recital pieces. The music chosen by his teacher and his parents were meant to mold him into the musician they wanted him to be, not the musician he was. As a result, the music never seemed to stick with Ted, and he found that it sounded more mechanical than when he played a piece he enjoyed. You couldn’t fake passion.
Reaching out, Ted unenthusiastically flicked the pages of sheet music back to the beginning of the piece. It was only a week before the recital and his parents would be furious if he wasn’t prepared. They’d tolerated his participation in the band he’d formed with Edgar and Frank so long as he practiced his recital work as well. If he didn’t perform flawlessly, they’d put an end to ‘that noise’ as they called it and Ted would be stuck with nothing but Beethoven and Mozart. “No, no, no!” Ted growled, reaching the same spot in the piece he’d struggled with for the better part of an hour, his fingers fumbling the melody for the hundredth time.
@forgottenandromeda