Pachelbel's Canon, (o)

[Kenny Price]

Lights illuminated his slight skin, it was light outside and the sun was making the roads too hot to venture on today, so, the street boy entered the mall. The A.C felt amazing on his hot clothes, he dabbed at the back of his neck, he just stood there in the entrance, enjoying the cool air. It wasn't everyday he got to enjoy the luxury of an indoor building. He smiled, running off towards the shopped he loved so much. He could hear the faint music that pounded from the amps of a classical music store. He pressed his face against the glass window that showed inside a grand black piano, the glistening keys beckoning him to come on in. His olive green eyes glanced over towards the counter where a simple old man stood, a wash cloth in his hand.
Kenny, an orphan boy, gave a wave and was returned with a soft smile. Excited, he stepped inside, the classical Mozart running cleanly through the store.
"Ah, Kenny. Come to browse again? Or will you play for me?"
He tapped his chin, "I'll play." he said which seemed to please the elder.
The man handed over the cloth in which he wiped away the small spots of dust from his hands and face before he sat down in front of the black grand piano. His hands itched to start playing, he glanced back before starting to glide across the keys.
"Pachelbel huh?" The man inquired as he closed his eyes to enjoy the music. but just before, he flipped a switch, the music playing in the amps turning into what the piano was playing.

[Anneliese Fearon]

Anneliese had been browsing the CD Store near the entrance to the mall, looking for more music she could listen to in her apartment. She was looking at the back of a Halestorm album when her heightened hearing senses sought out a wonderful sound from a piano over the thumping pop music in the store. It reminded her of a time in the past. She placed the CD back in its slot clumsily and rushed out the store, the door banging behind her.

She made her way through the crowd following the soothing music. She could of followed the music with her eyes closed. The piano piece soon became louder and louder and soon enough she was standing outside a classical music store peering into the window. She could see a young boy lost in the music and an old man listening peacefully. She didn't know it was going to be a boy playin the music, she just thought it was a CD the old man had placed on. She slowly opened the door to the store, not wanting to intrude the boy in his music.

She walked around the store, looking at the different titles on the albums whilst intently listening. A smile was on her face as the song came to an end, she thought he deserved a round of applause for how he played. She made her way near the piano and boldly clapped whilst grinning, "Wow, you are really good! How did you learn to play like that?" She asked curiously.

[Kenny Price]

He looked up, his fingers tensed. He was surprised someone had heard him, he glanced back at the old man who suddenly found a speaker interesting enough to clean. Looking back, he surveyed his admirer. A light haired girl with odd amber eyes, pale complexion and a sort of home touch he couldn't quite place. Kenny smiled, "Thank you ma'am, it was nothing really. Piano isn't my favorite instrument. I really love the cello." He explained looking around the store, there was never one around even though the man had always been inclined to order one in.
Kenny spun around in little chair, running his fingers across the keys to make a fall. "My name is Kenny." He said nodding his head and tipping his little bureau slightly. Kenny saw no harm in telling a person his name, introducing two people, bonding. Yeah, Kenny had a pure mind like that. A child's.

[Anneliese Fearon]

Anneliese gave a small laugh, "No need to be so formal." She watched as his head went back and forth around the store before smiling. "You can play cello too? That's amazing. What's your favourite piece to play?" She asked tilting her head to the side interested in his answer. She grinned, "Nice to meet you Kenny, I'm Anneliese." She gave a tiny curtsy before cursing at herself in her mind, never being able to stop herself doing it. It was engraved into her brain by her mother who would always pester her about it.

[Kenny Price]

Kenny smiled brightly, "Don't really have a favorite. Well, maybe one. Chopin Ballade in G minor? I love that one, the melancholy feeling that transforms to serenity." He grinned.
He looked down at his hands, flexing them before lightly playing the intro.



"Do you play anything Anne?" Kenny loved strings, he could very well play most strings and maybe a few winds, but strings were more him. Music was his kryptonite, he knew it too. Kenny, living off the streets, just seemed to pick up the art of music.

[Anneliese Fearon]

Anneliese new many different pieces from her mother but she hadn't came across that one before. She watched intently as his hands flowed across the keys with ease before getting lost in the music herself. Her eyes closed and she lightly swayed on the spot to the music. It reminded her of all the times she would sit listening to her mother play, and the times when she would get scolded for making a racket when she played. A small smile crept onto her face at the memories before vanishing and being reminded of how home was. She slowly opened her eyes at the end of the piece and plastered another smile on her face, waving away the memories and coming back to reality.
"You, have a gift." She grinned. She gave a thought to what sheused to learn playing before listing them off on her hand, "Well, I learnt the flute, violin, harp, and guitar. My mother wanted me to become a fine lady when I was older, but I turned into this instead." She laughed. Speaking of parents, she asked curiously whilst glancing around the store, "And where are your parents? Surely you aren't here on your own?" From her own experience her parents would of never let her leave their sight.

[Kenny Price]

He smiled at her staisfaction. But she mentioned his parents. That was a sore spot.
"Don't really have any." He tugged on his shirt, it was scuffed and spotted with dirt and mud. "I live on my own in the streets."
But that was fine, Kenny had been an orphan as long as he could remember. He'd always survived off what people gave him, not what he took, which was nothing. The child had never stolen a day in his life.

[At school & in a rush]

[Anneliese Fearon]

Anneliese wasn't sure what to reply to that. It seemed to be a topic he didn't want to talk about and with her experience in that matter she knew it would be better not to dig into it. She just spoke her mind like she would with any other situation. "That makes you an even more amazing kid. You must have been through tough times yet you were still able to pull through." She gave a warm smile, a peek of her soft side coming out as she scruffed his head. "Woops, sorry." She laughed, straightening out his hat again after messing it up.

[Haha, okay]

[Kenny Price]

Kenny smiled brighter, ducking his head. "Well, after 11 years it gets easy." He said shrugging as if it was nothing. Yeah, 10 years ago it had been hard, the rough mutters and police just waiting for him. He never understood what they were looking for. A murderer, a monster. Kenny was a human though so he had been confused.
"Care to do a duet with me?" He chimed in, his fingers pressed down on the keys and played a scale. "You can pick the song!" He added.
The man behind the counter had his head in his hands and nodded, rushing over and rolling over another stool.

[Anneliese Fearon]

She grinned at his response, seeming to be modest. She was lucky enough to be able to get an apartment when she left home. She gave a sheepish smile, "Sure, but you will have to go easy on me. I haven't played it in awhile.." She grinned as the man arrived with the stool. She gave a smile and thanked him before sitting down and looking across the keys. She burrowed her brows in thought before she thought of a piece she so badly wanted to play again. A piece she wanted to master when she was younger and was able to. "How about Comptine D'un Autre Été L'après Midi? Do you know that piece?" She asked fluently. It was a piece which would always bring a tear to her eye, but she didn't mind. Thats what made her love the song so much.

[Kenny Price]

"Comptine D'un Autre Été L'après Midi huh? Sounds familiar." He ran a quick round of the accompniment. "Yes i do belive I can play it.
He shifted the stoll to the lower grounds of the piano. Kenny liked the low noises anyhow. The deep feeling.
He knew someowhat of the piece Anne wanted to play, he'd grant it too.
"You can start."
His fingers drummed over the lower parts. But he felt they could do more.
Standing up he walked to one of thr cases in the backroom, disappearing for a moment.
Once back he carried a cherrywood violin. "A duet. Comptine D'un Autre Été L'après Midi in with Serenade Franz." He said waiting for her cue.

[Can't insert a video.]

[Anneliese Fearon]

She took a deep breath as she look across the keys, lightly flexing her fingers. Lightly touching the keys, she pressed down on a few, getting a happy feeling of being back on piano. So what if she wasn't good? She enjoyed it. She glanced over as Kenny walked away for a second, curious to what he was doing. Smiling as he came back, she nodded in reply and turned back towards the piano. With one final breath, she placed one hand on the keys to her left and started to play the notes she knew so well before adding her other hand onto the higher notes, losing herself in the music and closing her eyes.
Memories of her childhood flooded back whilst playing the piece; her and Michael, her brother, playing around in the garden; her father shooing her out of his office as he was hard at work like usual; her other brother and sisters being the people her mother dreamed them to be; the kidnapping incident she blamed herself for. Tears welled up in her closed eyes, too lost in the music to notice.

[Kenny Price]

The little violinist looked over, tears spilled onto the piano's keys, sinking into the crevices that separated each key. Anne was crying.
He switched songs, tthe once happy and upbeat going into the saame, higher notes as the melody to Comptine D'un Autre Été L'après Midi. His little flares adding emotion into the piece, his sounded so small and frail as the piano backed them up with it's own version of the piece.
He lapsed into a fast paced melody that went with the piano until the very own. Once finished, he still held his postion, looking at Anneliese.

[Anneliese Fearon]

Slowly, she reopened her eyes at the last note. She felt a tear droplet on her hand and quickly brought the palm of her hands to her eyes. She tilted her head back and let out a small laugh with a hint of pain from the memories. "Man, I haven't cried in a while." She hated people seeing her tears; the weak side of her. But at that moment, she wasn't entirely that bothered. She actually felt better after crying.
She swivelled around on her stool to face Kenny, wiping the back of her hands across her tear-stained cheeks. "You know what, thanks. I feel better after that. And these tears, secret between us, okay?" She smiled. He was the first person who wasn't family to see her crying. And she didn't mind, because he was a good kid.

[Kenny Price]

Kenny nodded, removing the violin from his shoulder and setting on the counter. "So what do you want to do now?" He asked, peeking out of the window of the small store. They were afterall, in the mall. The mall had plenty more stores to wreak fun in and enjoy another's company. Now that he had someone with him, perhaps he would be allowed to enter upon a different store rather than just this small, dainty little music store. There was the food court, the arade, so many others.