A/N: I just needed to get this thing out of my head or else I won't be able to use my head properly. Haha. Kidding. But really...
Just your ordinary rivals-turned-lovers thing but with a twist at the end. This fiction is from the male character's POV.
P.S. I think of this fiction as an anime type but you may use the normal mode, meaning you can use human images, like that...you know.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the music here. They are all made by Yiruma. Only the characters are mine.
Chapter One: Beneath the Blazing Sky
I would never forget the day when I first entered Frost Academy for Music and Entertainment. It was a day of both finally being able to achieve my dream to be a famous pianist and also to be able to help my family. You couldn't say that we're poor. We're actually much above the average but not on the real rich ones. It's just that I wanted to return everything my parents gave to me. Since I started studying, the piano and my academics, they have always been very supportive of me. They gave me everything I needed. Especially when it came to my piano lessons. My father originally wanted to learn to play the enchanting instrument but because of an accident that disabled his left hand, his dream was broken. It was then that I realized what I really wanted to be.
Not only a pianist who plays music but a pianist who plays music and dwells with every note he makes. I wanted to see people smile with contentment and ease when they listen to my music. I wanted to create music that would touch everybody's hearts. And entering Frost Academy for Music and Entertainment was a big and crucial step I had to make. I have to b e consistent with having good performances to stay. After all, big dreams need a lot of effort, right?
Frost has a built in dormitory and it...kind of requires students to be in it. You could choose not to live in the dorm but students who choose the dorm gets more chance of being exposed to the industry. Frost is very well known for producing the best students in the fields of music and entertainment. They are often asked to showcase their "products" on famous events and gatherings. If you live in the dormitory, chances are of being spotted by the school are high.
"Are you sure about this, Daniel?" my mother asked as I got my luggage out of the car. I gave her a soft nod and a smile. "Mom, I'm big enough to take care of myself. You don't have to worry." I replied. "I know but...you'll be kept in the school for most of your time. Sundays are the only time that you could get out. Are you sure you could endure that, honey?" she asked, still with that sweet and warm voice. "Mom, I'll surely miss you and you know that. I'll miss everyone here in the outside but this...is it." I said to her. She got out of the car and gave me a big hug. I could hear her silent sobs and feel her tears on my shoulders. "I'll miss you, Daniel. Take care." She whispered. I hugged her back and nodded. "I will. You take care too." I said then let go.
"Please tell Mitch that I'm very happy that she got in her school and I'm sorry if wont be able to send her off." I said then took my things and went in the big gate. Before finally closing the gate, I took one last look at my mother who stood outside the school, arms crossed tightly before her and smiling. "Bye, Mom. See you." I said then went on. It was only then that I felt how hard it must be to live away from the people who have been very close to your heart.
"Mr. Daniel Crowe?" a slender woman with vibrant blonde hair fixed in a tight and neat ponytail asked as I gave her my papers. "Yes, Ma'am." I replied when she called my name. She gave a smile as she handed me back my papers and a brown folder. "Welcome to Frost Academy for Music and Entertainment. In behalf of the whole school body, we wish that you would be able to enjoy your stay." She said. I felt my heart beating faster and harder. "Thank you." I replied whether it was the right thing to say. "Your room would be on Room 306. That's on the second floor at the right wing. Your classes would start in three days. That brown envelope holds all the information you need. If you wish to know more or to clarify things, please don't hesitate to come here and see me." she said as she pointed to the envelope I held. "Thank you, Miss...?" I uttered as I realized that I still haven't known her name.
"Oh, I'm sorry. My name's Grace Wilson." She said as she handed out her hand which I gladly accepted and shook with. "Right. Miss Wilson." I repeated. "Yeah and oh, your uniforms would be delivered by tomorrow." She said. "Alright, I think I get it." I said then took my things.
The room I had was not very hard to find. It was neat and comfy inside. The walls had light green wallpaper and there were two windows, all having white curtains made with light cloth. There was a study table and a bookshelf. My cabinet was at the southern area and a table drawer was beside it. My bed was by the wall and the second window which showed good scenery of the school garden. I put down the luggage I had by the bed and sat on it. It squeaked a little.
"This is my new home." I told myself as I looked around, memorizing all the details. After a few more minutes, I began to unpack and placed my things on where they should be. Then I got to the bed and took the brown envelope and took the brochures and other stapled papers. A soft knock filled the silent room and I quickly got the door.
There stood a guy about my age with corn yellow hair. He was a bit skinny and he looked lanky. "Yes?" I asked. He gave a smile at me. "Good day. I'm Martin Banks. I'm your neighbor, Room 305." He said. "Oh, Nice meeting you, Martin. I'm Daniel Crowe." I replied and shook hands with him. "Please get in but it's still quite messy." I said.
"So you're new here, right?" he asked as he eyed on the brochures on my bed. "Yeah. Here, have a seat." I said as I gave him the chair that stood silently by the study table. "Thanks." He replied. "So, are you a musician or something?" he asked. "Uh-huh. Piano." I replied as I fixed the scattered papers on my bed and sat. "Wow, a pianist. That was my dream when I was a kid but quitted." He replied. "Huh? Why?" I asked. "Let's just say I found my real calling with the flute." He said.
"Are you enrolled here for some time, Martin?" I asked as I found my class on one of the papers I held. "Yeah, just a year ago." He replied. "What class are you in?" he asked. "It says here S-1. What's that?" I asked as my eyebrows met. I saw his eyes widen and his mouth open. "You're good! You made it on a first class!" he said as he slowly gave a smile. "Oh...thanks?" I replied. "Yeah. The S there means Strings. I believe they classify the piano here as a string instrument. I know your room so I'll just show you there. I'm on W-2. Wind, second class." He said.
"Thanks!" I said happily. I never thought I'll be able to make friends this fast. Martin was a fun guy to be with. He was so easy to talk to. "By the way, I heard the adviser for S-1 this year is going to be Mr. Henry Morris. He's strict so you have to behave." He warned. "Oh, then I have to be more careful." I said with a wink and he replied with a small laugh. "So, do you want a tour at the Academy?" he asked as he stood. "I would certainly love that." I replied then we headed out the room.
"Miss Grace, I'll be taking Dan for a tour." Martin said as we passed by Miss Wilson's window. She gave a smile and nodded. "Alright but be careful." She replied then continued her paper works.
He took me to the Main Building and showed me the classrooms. The rooms were big and I think it could hold up to thirty students. Then he took me to the canteen, the garden, the mini-park, the front square, the back field. I never thought Frost would be this good. I felt a sudden rush of excitement on my nerves. I can't wait for the classes to start.
"Martin," I started as we were walking across the hallway to the dorm. "Am I allowed to bring in a TV set and a piano in my room?" I asked. "Huh?" he sounded surprised. "Well, since this is a music school, how could I practice if I have no-"
"Oh, I see! I forgot to tell you, there's a Music Rehearsal Building here. It's a three storey building, very similar to the way the dorm is made. There's one for every student so you don't have to worry about space. There's a piano for every room so no need to worry." He said. I nodded in reply. "And about the TV set, there's an Entertainment room at the first floor of the dorm. It's like a lounge room for students." He said. "I think I get it. Thanks." I replied as we took the stairs back to our floor. "Uh, Mart?" I asked him again. He turned to face me and stopped. "Yeah?"
"I just noticed that when you were giving me a tour, I could hardly see students here. Are they on vacation or something?" I asked. "Yeah. I think not even a fifth of the whole student population is here. I'm sure they'll start to come back by the last week of vacation. Nobody would want to miss the opening ceremony." He said. "Then why are you here? Didn't you even tried to get out the dorm? And what's with the opening ceremony?" I asked him again. "About the vacation thing, I already had that. I didn't want to stay long outside. You know, you'll start to feel attached to this place in time. And the opening ceremonies, you ask? They're just one of the grandest things that we celebrate here in Frost. It's very fun and you'll meet new friends there. It's a three day celebration and there'll be contests and stuff." He said.
I pictured in my mind what Martin had related to me. It did look very happy and festive. I couldn't wait for that day. My fingers were itching to get into action. "Huh?" I heard Martin said then half ran to the door of my room. "What's wrong?" I asked as I followed him. "Excuse me, sir," he called out to the opposite door facing my room. A muscular and tanned skin guy looked back at us. I felt little and weak when he towered us. "Oh, what can I do for ya, kiddo?" her asked with his deep and booming voice. "Is someone already taking that room?" he asked. "Yeah, just this afternoon." He replied.
"What are you fixing in there?" he queried further. "Oh, just the flooring. Putting a carpet and a piano." He said. "What?" the two of us asked in bewilderment. "A piano? But...I thought..." Martin said. The big guy just shrugged his shoulders and gave a smile. "Hey kid, don't be mad at us. We're just taking orders." He said then went in the room. "Wow, whoever is taking that room must have done something to let the administration have him a piano in the dorm room." Martin said. "Then does that mean I could ask for a piano in my room too?" I asked. "Let's ask Miss Grace." He said then we dashed off.
"I'm sorry Daniel. I'm afraid you can't put in a big thing like that. There are Music Rehearsal rooms that you could try." Miss Wilson said. "But Miss Grace, we just saw a man in Dan's adjacent room saying that they'll be placing a piano in that room. How could that be?" Martin asked. "I'm sorry but..." she cut her words. "It's an order. I can't disobey and you know that some things should be kept from others. I hope you understand." She said in a soft voice. I could tell she was really sad about the situation. "Is there anyway you could clarify these things with us?" Martin asked. "Dan here badly wants to have his own piano in his room but accepts the rules and now, here's someone who gets that thing to happen. Please Miss Grace." Martin pleaded but Miss Wilson did not heed his pleas. "It's okay, Mart. It's okay." I said just to stop the heightening of the tension.
"But Dan...this is unfair!" he said. "Maybe Miss Wilson is right. Let's just...let things be." I said. I saw a hard look on Martin's face. "Thank you Martin for standing up with me but I think Miss Wilson has a point. There are some things that should be kept hidden or confidential to others." I said. "Dan, come on." He still urged. "It's just a piano, Mart. There are other pianos out there." I said. "Dan, I'm not talking about the rules or the piano here anymore. I'm talking about you. Your talent. Dan, I know you wanted to be better in playing and you need that piano in your room to do that. Don't let that new student get ahead of you." He said firmly.
"Have you heard him play, Martin?" Miss Wilson asked. "No but I could feel he must be very good and so does the new student." He said. "Oh, yeah, I heard that she is good." She said. "She?" I asked. "Then it's a girl." Martin said. "Uh-huh and she'll be arriving here by dinnertime." Miss Wilson said as she looked on her wristwatch. "Now there's a bigger reason why you won't let that girl get ahead of you." He said with that tone. "Why?" I asked.
"Of course, Dan. She's a girl! Don't let a girl get ahead of you. Have some pride, man!" he said. "Well, maybe I could befriend her and borrow her piano for some time." I said. "That is, if she accepts but what if not? And that idea of yours is totally lame, Dan. Quit it. Trust me, when you have someone else who plays the same instrument you use here in Frost, you'll consider them your enemy and rival. You don't want to befriend them." He said with a low voice. "Martin..." I muttered.
"Alright, boys, cut it out. You win." Miss Wilson's voice cut in the conversation. "I'll send a petition and request that Daniel could also have a piano on his room." She said as he typed on her computer. "Would that be enough, Martin?" she asked. "Very much! Thanks, Miss Grace." He happily said. I was awed at the fast change of Martin's character. "Don't thank me yet. The request may be declined." She said. "But I know they won't cause Daniel here is going to prove to them his great playing ability." He said then tapped my back.
I decided to walk alone at the mini-park to have some time to myself. If Martin was right about everything he said, then I should be getting serious. I have to prove to them that I can do better than every other pianist here. Besides, I came here not to make friends and be an angel but to fulfill my dream. You have to be strict sometimes. It's not a simple thing to do. You have to take risks and chances. It's a now or never thing.
I looked at my hands and envisioned myself up on a stage, playing in front of an audience larger than what my eyes could perceive. Someday, I know that I would reach that. And I promised to myself that I would do everything to achieve my goal. I promised myself that I wouldn't let somebody else take that chance from me. I promised, beneath the blazing sky, that I would be on top and I would be able to show them what I really got.