Saphire Azure
Saphie moved from the piano bench to allow the prince to play. "Sure," she answered him. From the moment his fingers touched the beautiful white keys, a beautiful music filled the room. It was like an artist painting a picture. The musical notes were the paints and the piano, his brush. She began to picture things. Things she's always imagined. Things that were a part of her memories. Memories of friends. And memories of her parents. Mom.. she thought and tears welled up in her blue eyes. She closed her eyes and let the music wrap her in a warm blanket of sound. Every note made her heart react in a different way. Overall, she was impressed. The piece was the most beautiful thing she's ever heard. He finished playing and her heard almost ached, thristing for more. She opened her eyes and realized she had been crying. She quickly whiped away the tears, hoping Roy hadn't seen them and thought he had made her upset. In fact, it was the opposite. The song made her happy. It was just so.. beautiful. And that's exactly what she told him when he turned to her. Heat rushed to her face slightly as she saw just how close the two were to each other. "That was absolutely beautiful." She said, wiping at her face as subtly as possible, "It was like I was blanketed in sound. It was like.. you were the painter, the piano, the brush, and the notes, the paints and you were painting a beautiful masterpiece made for only few to see. You're very talented." Another tear escaped from the corner of her eye. "Sorry.. Don't worry. I'm not upset. It just.. the sound of the piano reminds me of my mom. She was a great pianist.. She taught me everything I knew. She played like that. Though, sorry to say for her, I think you're much more talented." If she sounded flirty, she didn't mean to be, that's how she felt in her heart.
Saphie moved from the piano bench to allow the prince to play. "Sure," she answered him. From the moment his fingers touched the beautiful white keys, a beautiful music filled the room. It was like an artist painting a picture. The musical notes were the paints and the piano, his brush. She began to picture things. Things she's always imagined. Things that were a part of her memories. Memories of friends. And memories of her parents. Mom.. she thought and tears welled up in her blue eyes. She closed her eyes and let the music wrap her in a warm blanket of sound. Every note made her heart react in a different way. Overall, she was impressed. The piece was the most beautiful thing she's ever heard. He finished playing and her heard almost ached, thristing for more. She opened her eyes and realized she had been crying. She quickly whiped away the tears, hoping Roy hadn't seen them and thought he had made her upset. In fact, it was the opposite. The song made her happy. It was just so.. beautiful. And that's exactly what she told him when he turned to her. Heat rushed to her face slightly as she saw just how close the two were to each other. "That was absolutely beautiful." She said, wiping at her face as subtly as possible, "It was like I was blanketed in sound. It was like.. you were the painter, the piano, the brush, and the notes, the paints and you were painting a beautiful masterpiece made for only few to see. You're very talented." Another tear escaped from the corner of her eye. "Sorry.. Don't worry. I'm not upset. It just.. the sound of the piano reminds me of my mom. She was a great pianist.. She taught me everything I knew. She played like that. Though, sorry to say for her, I think you're much more talented." If she sounded flirty, she didn't mean to be, that's how she felt in her heart.