the pulse of the swell [anya]

[spencer]

”Aish…. No, no no—“ The words hissed out of Spencer’s mouth as a waterfall of papers floated to his feet. Gritting his teeth, he glared at the manila folder clamped under his arm. The damn thing had been on its last legs for the past year, and as he stood here now, he could see that the tattered crease in the folder had finally worn away under the stress of holding a few hundred pages of sheet notes.

Well, they say don’t cry over spilled milk. Er… spilled… papers?

He wouldn’t have even cared much if this hadn’t happened today. His classes had started ramping up and he felt a little out of control with the workload he had taken on. A bunch of stupid mistakes on his last Calc test and a quiz in History he hadn’t been prepared for and girl problems and most importantly, the feeling of imminent doom resulting from the judgment of his parents—yeah, well, he was a bit stressed out. Now on top of this all, he’d lost the careful organization of his mountain of sheet music—no, don’t point out that something ‘carefully organized’ was kept in a half-ripped, decade-old folder, that’ll just make him feel worse—Spencer’s frustration was visible, and that wasn’t a common look for him. Usually he was bright and cheerful. Stress happens, sure, but normally he was able to hide it, because otherwise…

Spence kneeled down to where the sea of papers formed at his feet and picked up a handful of sheet music. Brushing away the dark swoop of hair from his gaze, he squinted at the notes, and immediately frowned. The ink had begun to muddle on the page. Spencer watched as the printed musical notes slowly inched toward the middle of the piece, as the staff began to bend around the corners and the treble clef was seemingly dragged from its home at the start of each line until it bled out into paper. The boy sighed, heaving in a deep breath and closing his eyes momentarily. He’d came here to practice piano and relax. Relaaax…. No need to stress out and ruin half of your sheet music, Spencer.

Once he had finally focused himself, he opened his dark eyes to see that the ink was now staying put where it was at. Unfortunately, as he glanced at the rest of the pile, he noticed a good handful of them were also ruined. Twisting his lips, he sighed again and began shuffling through the papers to grab all of the bled-out pieces. There goes some Mozart, some Liszt, even some Van Halen and some Muse… He heaved himself up and walked over to the trashcan and dropped the sheets in. It wasn't a terrible loss. He had already re-printed a ton of pieces due to mishaps like this in the past.

Spence turned on the heel of his Nike sneaker and headed back over to gather up the rest of his music. In an unorganized mess, he set the pile on the top of the grand piano over in the corner of the room and began to stack the papers together neatly so that all of the edges matched up. He could go through and re-order them later.

[kiipcha]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-1.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 472 // outfit // click here // tagged // Spencer spread your wings AND LET YOUR FEATHERS TOUCH THE SKY Anya tended to be good when it came to multitasking and managing work and errands that needed to be done. She would even set lists up and schedule when she was going to do something. But today she was swamped with tons of work. The Russian girl had a paper for English due the next day, a worksheet that was yet to be finished, and notes which needed to be memorized for her Flight and Travel test. She planned to work on each of these tasks at the library earlier today but she wasn't able to focus as a few people were making a ruckus in the room. The usual librarian would have stopped the students from disrupting the library but she had aparently come down with a cold, and her replacement only spent a few minutes in the room before wandering off to go eat lunch. Anya's second idea was to go and try to finish her work back in her dorm, but her mischevious and vengeful roommate Maddie was in there. The sixteen year old girl had no plans of getting in the way of whatever Maddie was doing and promptly left. But she didn't leave the room without grabbing her gym bag stuffed with her ballet shoes and dance clothing. If she couldn't find a place to work in peace then she would just have to do something that would ease her mind, and dancing was one of those things. It was her time to practice anyway as she had booked the dance room for two hours each day and it happened to be that exact hour in which her practice time started. She had originally not planned to use the dance room today but she was stressed and needed to calm down. She quickly changed into her dance clothing in the bathroom closest to the dance room. It was fairly revealing and she didn't feel like being seen in it in the hallways, so she pulled on a white cardigan, buttoned it up, and scampered down the corridor. She stopped running once she reached the door and quickly swung it open and stepped inside. She closed the door, letting her gym bag slump down to the floor. Still facing the doorway, she stuck three bobby pins in her mouth and pulled her hair up in a bun. Anya began to turn around and was about to pluck one of the pins from her mouth to place into her hair when she saw someone sitting at the piano in the corner. The bobby pins dropped from her mouth and hit the floor. "What are you doing here? I booked this room for two hours, so it's supposed to be empty." She didn't want to sound mean, but nothing was going her way this day and she was getting frustrated. notes // Nothin

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With a sigh, Spencer finished neatening his stack of music and began shuffling through the pages to find what he wanted to play. He’d grabbed an old Beethoven piece and started on the journey to find the other four pages to it when he heard something drop to the floor. Thinking he’d been alone, this startled him enough that he dropped the two pages he had in his hands. He bit back the pang of frustration and instead looked at his new company: a gorgeous red-head, decked out in dancewear.

She’d noticed him. ” "What are you doing here?” Spencer was quiet a few moments after she spoke. Huh, good question. He actually hadn’t checked the sign-up sheet—nor did he realize there was one. Spencer must have lucked out with this room always being empty whenever he needed a good piano practice. It made sense, since frequently he came here later at night, usually after a huge homework session, to erase numbers and dates and equations from his head. ”A-ah, well, I don’t know,” he started, a bit timidly in response to her harsh tone. Well, he could give the room up… The thought rolled over in his head, but no, this was the only piano on campus, he needed this; he didn’t want to have come here and fucked up his music collection for nothing, just to go back to his room even more frustrated than he already was.

”I didn’t see anyone’s name on the list,” he lied, ”Maybe there was a mix up?” Spencer paused momentarily before continuing on: ”I mean, this is the only piano on campus… I won’t be using the floor or anything. Maybe… we could share?” His voice perked up on the last word and he crinkled his face up in uncertainty. Perhaps she’d buy it. Spencer wasn’t the type to really stand his ground on something like this. He wasn’t a huge fan of confrontation, but this suggestion to share was passive enough for him to try.

[kiipcha]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-1.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 322 // outfit // click here // tagged // Spencer spread your wings AND LET YOUR FEATHERS TOUCH THE SKY He started off timid, and Anya felt a little bad for snapping at him so quickly. She was normally so level headed, but this just wasn't her best day. ”I didn’t see anyone’s name on the list,” that she raised an eyebrow at, she was sure that her name was on the list. The teen had obviously not looked at the list. She hoped that he wasn't a compulsive liar, but she figured that everyone lied here and then and she decided to let it slide. ”I mean, this is the only piano on campus… I won’t be using the floor or anything. Maybe… we could share?” It was true that this was the only piano, at least the only one she had seen. It was a possibility that some students had brought their own portable ones, but she personally preferred the look of the large ones as they normally brought a more classical look to a room. And he seemed like a nice enough guy, a little timid but yet again who wouldn't be after her harsh words. She bit her lip a little, still not totally convinced to allow the kid to stay. "That depends, what music do you play? Are you any good?" Anya wasn't going to have someone play the piano while she danced if they were still learning. There was almost nothing worse than having to dance to bad music. As he talked she slipped off the cardigan, not planning on dancing with the extra fabric restricting her. She did blush a little, not used to wearing so little clothing around people. Anya started to wish that she had brought the typical leotard to wear but knew that it was too late to go back to the dorm room now. Whether he left or not, the dancer was here to stay and she sat down on the floor, slipping on her pointe shoes as she did so. notes // Make sure to take a look at the outfit link so you know what I'm talking about in the post lol

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Spencer’s lips broke out into a smile. The fact that she hadn’t started questioning his lie made him thankful. It wasn’t like him, but this outburst of stress wasn’t like him either. When she had asked her next question, he quickly bent down to swipe up the papers he had dropped earlier. His dark-haired head had popped up behind the piano again so he could answer her clearly across the room.

”Good? I guess you can be the judge of that,” he let out a soft laugh, still not sure if he was making the girl angry about stealing her room. He didn’t want to seem too amused in fear of putting her in a mood that would make him feel obligated to leave. ”Ah… I play a lot, usually classical; I’ve got some more jazzy and even some modern stuff though.”

When she slipped off her cardigan, Spencer realized just how difficult it might be to share this room. Luckily he knew a good few handfuls of the songs with him by heart, or this a pretty redhead in skimpy clothes would be a major distraction.

He was silent as he watched her put her shoes on—not in a creepy way, but more in a silent fascination: dance was one of the arts that Spencer was never able to master. He was decent at sketching, and had a certain knack for painting and music, but other than his ability to hold a rhythm, Spencer could not dance. Ballet was a hobby—an art—that took an extreme amount of dedication and that was admirable. He broke his trance when he remembered her question. ”I’ve got some Bach, some Beethoven… and even some Muse, and some Coldplay,” he offered briefly. ”Do... you have a preference?” Well, why not? They were in the same room, and Spencer didn’t care as long as he got to play.

[kiipcha]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-1.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 388 // outfit // click here // tagged // Spencer spread your wings AND LET YOUR FEATHERS TOUCH THE SKY "Good? Well I guess you can be the judge of that,” She smiled at his light comment. Her annoyance had already started to vanish and a small smile appeared on her face. The teen was almost too nice to be mad at. ”Ah… I play a lot, usually classical; I’ve got some more jazzy and even some modern stuff though.” The Russian girl had quite the love for classical music, she had a lot of it on her ipod too which many people thought of as strange. Truth was she thought it was calming and beautiful while other people found it to be boring and even bad enough to put someone to sleep. "I like classical music the best . . ." Her comment was soft, almost dreamlike as focused on tying on her ballet shoes. She looked up and noticed the teen was watching her and she raised an eyebrow. But Anya soon relaxed as he noticed that his eyes were mostly focused on her shoes. Anya decided that perhaps it was mostly a curiosity, after all pointe shoes were sort of a rare sight, at least for most boys. ”I’ve got some Bach, some Beethoven… and even some Muse, and some Coldplay. Do . . . you have a preference?" Anya was happy that she hadn't scared him off with her harsh words as she was now interested in the music he had to offer. She tried to pick back into her mind, hoping to remember some of the music she had danced to. Much to her frustration she couldn't remember any of the names of the songs that she normally danced to. "Umm, whatever you like." She let him sit down at the piano and ready whatever sheet music he may need. The sixteen year old sat down not on the piano bench but right next to the piano, on the dance floor itself. If he happened to play something that she thought that she could dance to she wanted to have a good view of the dance floor so that she may be able to plan any movements. She was also able to see him simply by looking at the large mirror that covered one of the walls. Anya settled herself and glanced up at him, ready to hear what he had to play. notes // None

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His eyebrows raised in slight surprise when the girl noted that she preferred classical. Spencer supposed it wasn’t that odd, since ballet and classical music went together like bread and butter, but it made him intrigued. "Umm, whatever you like,” her dreamlike voice came from the floor, and he snapped out of his trance-like observation.

There were a few moments of silence as Spencer waited for the girl to get up from her sitting position. He merely met her gaze in the mirror, and laughed a bit, realizing it was his move. Pursing his lips together, he spoke.

“Alright, well,” Spencer said, pausing to look down at his stack of papers. She was putting him on the spot… It wasn’t that he was entirely self-conscious about his playing, but this was an unusual situation. The Beethoven piece was still on top of the pile, and he normally started out with it anyways to warm up his fingers. ”I’ll start out with something basic,” he announced. Spencer wasn’t exactly sure what tempo his company would rather dance to, or if she wanted something bright or a piece a little more ominous, but he figured this would be somewhere in the middle to gauge her enthusiasm with. He wasn’t familiar with ballet in the slightest, so this would be interesting.

He situated the sheet music above the piano, cracked his neck, and assumed playing position. A second’s pause, and then, the clean sounds of Beethoven’s Für Elise
filled the room. Spencer tried to forget about the redhead at his feet and instead focused on limbering up his hands and keeping each measure technical.

[kiipcha]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-1.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 401 // outfit // click here // tagged // Spencer spread your wings AND LET YOUR FEATHERS TOUCH THE SKY "I’ll start out with something basic,” The music started, and within the first few notes Anya immediately recognized the song. She smiled, for though it wasn't a very common song used for ballet she could definately imagine coming up with moves for it. As the beautiful and popular song played moves started to form in the Russian girl's head. She made sure to only think about moves that she was able to perform and not something crazy like jumping twelve feet in the air. Although Anya was thinking she was in no way day dreaming, for she would never waste her practice time dreaming of something that could not be done. The song started off slow and melodic like most classical songs but then the tempo was picked up and given a more cheerful tune. The happiness in the song was almost contagious and a small smile appeared on Anya's face. She tried her hardest to remain serious and focused on ballet dance moves. Slowly the song changed back to the usual slow tune but it didn't remain there for long. Soon the song had changed to what could be considered an angry tune. Well, not necessarily an angry tune but one that sounded harsher and more foreboding. This wasn't a bad thing though, as Anya thought that having a change of mood in dance always kept the audience on its toes, even though she wasn't going to be performing in front of any audience. The tune changed again, this time to a more fast tempo and one that would be a challenge to choreograph to. But Anya was always up to a challenge when it came to dance, because she knew that if you never challenge yourself then things would only get boring. The fast tempo only lasted for a couple of seconds though and the melodic tune had been brought back. This tune continued on before gracefully ending. She turned her attention back to Spencer, rising to her knees. "That was basic? I can only play twinkle twinkle little star on the piano." Anya laughed softly, her mood now a happier one after listening to the music. "You are good by the way . . . very good actually. And I suppose that we could share the room." The sixteen year old smiled again, some of the music still lingering in her head. "Oh, what's your name? Mine's Anya." notes // None

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Throughout the beginning of the song Spencer was able to keep his eyes to himself, but as the tempo quickened he was unable to resist the urge to watch the girl. The dancing was beautiful; every move of the redhead’s was graceful and delicate, but at times was still able to show force and vigor. Certain things stood out: the arch of her back, extension of her arm, lift of her leg. How anyone could move like that, with perfect balance, was an absolute mystery to Spencer. His fingers continued to swiftly move across the piano’s keys with a learned dexterity until finally the song had ended. His eyes rested on his hands as he didn’t want to appear to have been watching her the whole time. If felt almost wrong to him, and her leotard was not helping that fact.

When she spoke, Spencer lifted his head up. His hair fell lightly into his eyes as he laughed at her comment about twinkle twinkle little star. At her compliment, his face flushed a bit pink, but he tried to conceal it by grabbing the pieces of sheet music and putting them back. Flashing a grin, he responded, ”I’m glad I meet your expectations.”

He nodded at her introduction. ”Spencer,” he offered. ”Uh, I’m afraid I don’t know a lot about ballet music… I know I’ve got a piece from Swan Lake in there somewhere.” Spence gestured at the disheveled pile of paper, his gaze lingering on it with a bit of aversion. That pile was going to take forever to re-organize. Ripping his eyes from his music, he focused them back on Anya. ”My interest in art has never quite made it to the art that—er, moves. Music and painting is more my thing, but that,” he nodded out to the dance floor where she had just came in from, ”was awesome.” His lips were twisted up into a happy smirk. Spencer paused a moment, and then added in a playful tone, ”So, is your ability that you can dance like the wind? I don’t know if I can believe you learned to do that.” Shameless compliment.

[kiipcha]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-1.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 440 // outfit // click here // tagged // Spencer spread your wings AND LET YOUR FEATHERS TOUCH THE SKY "I’m glad I meet your expectations.” Anya smiled, and redid her bun, it having got messy from the dance moves. Her heart was beating fast inside her chest, something it always did after she finished dancing to a song. She sat down next to the piano, letting her self cool off while still looking up at Spencer. ”Uh, I’m afraid I don’t know a lot about ballet music… I know I’ve got a piece from Swan Lake in there somewhere.” Anya shrugged, when she was in the ballet academy she had performed parts from Swan Lake so many times that she had the steps burned into her brain. "That's all right, I prefer trying to choreograph to songs I haven't even heard of anyway. It makes it more fun." Even though she was sitting on the ground she could still see a few pieces of miscellaneous sheet music poking over the sides of the piano. ”My interest in art has never quite made it to the art that—er, moves. Music and painting is more my thing, but that,” she watched him gesture over towards the dance floor, "was awesome." She blushed, but didn't try to hide it. Instead she smiled a small smile, always glad to hear compliments. ”So, is your ability that you can dance like the wind? I don’t know if I can believe you learned to do that.” That made her smile even more. She couldn't remember hearing such nice compliments on her dancing before. "You are quite the charmer aren't you? And no that isn't my power, I can fly actually." She let her seven foot wings slide out of her shoulder blades through some slits that she had made in the clothing. The Russian girl had to make these slits in whatever she wore, so in case she decided to let her wings out she wouldn't rip her shirt. Her wings were long, grey in color with darker speckles near the top. She only left them out for a moment or two though before bringing them back into her body. To her they were sort of an imperfection, one that she was willing to work with, but still an imperfection. "I've thought of trying to incorporate my wings into ballet but I think that they might be just too long to work with." It was true that she had tried to dance with them out before, but it just tripped her up. She quickly started to change the subject, "So, umm, what's your power Spencer? Is it the power to play such beautiful music?" She laughed, mimicking his compliment that he gave her before. notes // None

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Spencer looked at the girl thoughtfully after she shrugged off Swan Lake in favor of more unfamiliar pieces. Something he hadn’t realized until now was that, on top of each perfectly balanced pose or movement, Anya was doing it all spontaneously. The idea of coming up with all of that with the drop of a hat made his mind boggle. This girl… was amazing.

Whoa, hold your horses there Spence, wait until you see this. ” I can fly actually," Anya said, and seconds later a pair of gigantic feathered wings appeared and unfolded from behind her back. His eyes widened in a mix of surprise and awe, and before he could say anything she had already pulled them back into her body. Her quick change of subject gave off the vibe that she was either very modest or not entirely happy with her ability, or both. Spencer felt a slight pang of jealousy, and couldn’t quite appreciate her compliment because of it. Retractable wings? God, he’d have those out all the time if it were his power. He probably wouldn’t be perpetually single with an ability like that.

”Really?” he asked in an incredulous tone, covering it up with a laugh. ”You’re gonna ask me that, after those?” He motioned a hand to where her wings had been before she retracted them. Spencer let out a laugh that faded into an amused sigh. His gaze rested on Anya for a moment, and he reluctantly grabbed one of the pieces of sheet music for Für Elise and held it up to show her the printed music notes. Spencer focused on the paper, and after a slight pause, all of the ink on the sheet began to run together to the middle of the page until it formed a giant black dot. Unimpressed with himself, he made a half-grin and then lightly threw the paper at Anya. ”Cool, huh?” he asked sarcastically, laughing again. ”If I had my ink bottle on me, maybe I could show you something less lame.”

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[kiipcha]

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”Yeah, well, the show-offs usually just annoy me. But… I guess I hadn’t thought of that,” Spencer admitted, his eyes flickering back up to where Anya’s wings had been. If he knew anything about her history with those wings, he would’ve dropped the subject already. ”You can’t really use them much if you’re not at school, huh?” he asked rhetorically. Spencer pondered over that thought for a moment, and her tone of voice. What good was the ability of flight if you couldn’t use it? She didn’t seem happy about her wings at all, but Spence couldn’t tell if there was anything more to it than that. Well, they seemed to feel similar about themselves in that regard. He tried to pick up the solemn mood.

”It’s alright, even when you can hide your ability completely, it’s not always that great. I ruined almost half my music collection when I first got here today, ‘cause I was stressed out,” he laughed, attempting to lighten up the atmosphere. Spencer nodded toward the paper he’d just thrown. ”Sixty pages, all like that.” The boy heaved a sigh that was brightened with a grin, he didn’t feel too bad about it anymore. Funny what a good dose of music and girl-watching could do for you. He gave her an appreciative look, and added, ”I have to thank you. I felt like shit, not an hour ago, and this—“ his hand suggested the room, and her herself, ”this really helped my mood. We should do this more often.”

His suggestion was made flippantly, just in case she didn’t agree. Spencer wasn’t fond of any sort of rejection, especially rejection from a pretty girl. His dark eyes paused on her a second, taking in the stunning red of her hair, before he turned to his piano and said, ”Another one?

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[kiipcha]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-1.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 490 // outfit // click here // tagged // Spencer spread your wings AND LET YOUR FEATHERS TOUCH THE SKY ”Yeah, well, the show-offs usually just annoy me. But… I guess I hadn’t thought of that,” It was nice that someone was finally starting to understand why her wings felt like such an imperfection to her. True, he didn't know the whole history of her father receiving money from scientists and doctors who studied her, but yet again she hadn't told that story to anyone in the entire school. "You can’t really use them much if you’re not at school, huh?" She shook her head no, "It's not like I can just sell myself to the military and enroll myself as some human jet . . . well, I could but I don't want to do that." She gave him a smile, in hopes of cheering both herself up and trying to push her thoughts behind her. "It’s alright, even when you can hide your ability completely, it’s not always that great. I ruined almost half my music collection when I first got here today, ‘cause I was stressed out," She looked towards the pile of sheet music, sure enough, the ink looked spread out and blurred across the paper. ”Sixty pages, all like that.” Anya cringed as he told her the number of pages that had been ruined, "Ooh, that does kind of suck . . . I guess all powers have their weak points. It could be worse though, we could have both gotten a more destructive power. Like the power to explode things, and end up setting the whole school on fire." She laughed lightheartedly, Spencer was fairly good at making her situation seem better. "I have to thank you. I felt like shit, not an hour ago, and this—" The Russian girl blushed as he gestured to her, but retained a sweet and grateful smile. "this really helped my mood. We should do this more often." Her heart jumped in her chest at the possibilty of getting to dance to his music again. She always felt a little lonely when she was in the dance room anyway and it was nice to have company that not only could supply the music but enjoyed her dancing as well. "I'd be happy to do that any time Spencer. Your music is amazing and a lot more fun to dance to that something off of my ipod." She paused, feeling as though she was forgetting something. "And you're really fun to be with." Anya could have said more, but her brain seemed to want to limit it to those words. ”Another one?" The sixteen year old quickly nodded her head, and stood up, brushing a strand of hair out of face as she did. "Just play whatever you like." She cast another smile over to the boy. On the outside she seemed cool and collected, something that naturally came to her. But on the inside, her heart was beating fast from just looking into the teen's dark eyes. notes // Miss Anya is falling for him too lol. Oh the drama!

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"It's not like I can just sell myself to the military and enroll myself as some human jet . . . well, I could but I don't want to do that." An unintentional laugh escaped his lips, imagining the redhead as a fighter jet, flying low over enemy countries. ”Yeah,” Spencer started, attempting to compose himself, ”I can’t really see you dropping bombs on cities…”

He laughed again, lighter this time, as she talked about powers and their weak points, catching on to her mentioning explosions. Well, at least an explosive ability would’ve suited her hair. ”And just think if I would’ve asked you about your power then. We’d both be dead now,” he mentioned with a smirk.

Even though he’d quickly spit out his request to play for her again, Anya’s response didn’t share the same dismissive air. "I'd be happy to do that any time Spencer,” she’d said, and followed it up with a compliment that threatened to burn his ears. He tried not to seem flustered, but at her next words Spencer was entirely unable to keep his lips from curling into a delighted grin. ”And you’re really fun to be with.” Sheesh, how was he supposed to function when she was saying things like that? He gave her a shy nod in thanks, incapable of biting back his smile and coming up with a fitting response.

His eyes watched as Anya stood up and brushed a piece of fiery hair from her face. ”A-alright,” Spencer answered, holding her gaze for a moment longer before he ripped it away and took a deep breath, placing his hands lightly on the piano keys. Silence filled the room as he thought of something he could play without sheet music. Slowly, his fingers moved over the keys, and a swell of gentle music filled the room. The slow pace continued on for a minute or so before Spencer’s hands delivered a loud barrage of noise and quickly shifted into a much faster, upbeat tempo that awkwardly changed from an E flat major to E sharp. His eyes flickered up to Anya to see if she’d been able to keep up.

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