Aches, pains, and numbness. The sun which had risen unusually bright that morning as Yixing recalled had long faded into the darkened indigo people called the night sky. He would have liked to have seen every moment of the sunset. The way the soft blue would slowly and surely lighten to a calming white. The white would only last moments--barely noticeable, really--before the yellow reigned over the new palette, emerging into a gorgeous splendor of reds and pinks much like an ugly duckling became a swan. The sky was no ugly duckling, however.
Unfortunately, the male had spent his time at this hotel simply playing continuously for the hotel guest's that seemed to pay his skills little to no attention. His muscles were aching from the constant position he'd been forced to maintain while doing so. His fingers would very soon cramp up. He coudl tell by the way the relaxed and subtle bend he'd given them when first settled had crept up little by little into a position he wouldn't even deem worthy of the piano.
Fortunately, he could not feel these hardships. His mind had long since forgotten about the uncomfortable pain he'd been dealing with and soon replaced it with focusing on making sure he would get the notes down just right. When it got really bad, he played on a limb, only hoping that he wouldn't strike a key too hard or too soft, too fast or too slow. The clock settled before his eyes quickly told the time, despite being antique and analog. It was only minutes until midnight would hit the night, and his service to the place would be over. At the moment, the only desirable thing on his mind was the warm bed that awaited him in his small apartment and away from this crazy place. For an expensive place, it sure does get a lot of visitors... Soon, he thought. Just minutes.
