Music FanFic:

Hanata Wilkar approached the creaky wooden stage, nervously as she smoothed out her fancy concert attire. Her felt lace black dress paired with her black heeled flats. She wasn't into dressing up, but it was appropriate for her upcoming performance in a few minutes. She was extremely skilled in playing her one most skillful instrument, the piano. She walked slowly and professionally, dark hair swaying to her rhythmic movement. The bright light poured down on her pale face as she came upon the shining black grand piano. The crowd was dead silent as she quietly and creepily approached the lacquer bench and placed herself cleanly upon it. Long, slender fingertips stretching to reach their destination of the cool white keys. Hanata then pressed delicately on the keys to break the silence of the room, breaking it in a calm, smooth fashion. She had just struck the first beautiful chord perfectly. She then matched the hypnotic noise with her pedal movement, creating the synchronization that had moved everybody's body to the edge of their seat. She played sweet soft notes that were long and short. Her melody aligned amazingly with the harmony making the piece sound even more enjoyable as the music already was. She closed her dark eyes and let the sensation of the music slowly engulf her, leading herself into a peaceful mindset. The music was calm yet harsh. Sweet yet bitter. The perfect combination, for a perfect song. The song, nearing it's end, was being played so professionally and beautifully, it struck a musical chord in Armin Arlert's fragile heart. The sweet music had moved him to a spiritual level. He closed his bright eyes and let the music soak into his mind. Hanata then ended the moving piece with a deep, mysterious, minor chord. The crowed then erupted into extreme applause and Hanata then bowed in her appreciation of their, time, & listening. She held her usual emotionless expression as always but she held deep emotion of this concert in her soul. People then began to line up to speak with her. Armin shifted from foot to foot, pondering if he should speak to the dark haired musician. His thoughts had lead him to the conclusion of doing so. The line was long enough, but he had the will to stand in the line. It wasn't like he had something better to do after this performance anyway. A few minutes passed and Armin was next in line. "Greetings." She said in absolute no bedlam. "G-good evening. I'd just l-like to say t-that you're ext-tremely talented.." Armin spoke softly and nervously. A blush appeared on his pale cheeks signaling that he was indeed nervous. Hanata only gave a gentle smile and nodded. "Thank you, kind sir." She replied with slightly more emotion. He then shrugged, waved, and was off. She then waved as well and decided to call off the rest of the line, which in the rest's anger, left. She stroked her medium dark hair gently and buried her chin in the neck cuff of her dark leather jacket that she had recently put on. It was cold out in Tokyo, but she enjoyed chills. She walked in the loud, busy section crossways as she looked down, remembering the kind blonde that had complimented her skill and not her beauty, like most men had done in the past. She pulled the jacket closer to her prominent body to inclose her body heat. She took in a deep breath and reached inside her tote to reveal a scarf, and wrapped it around her chilled nose & mouth. Her eyes slowly closed and opened in ponder. 'Now why did that boy only recognize my skill? Most only recognized, well.. Me.' She thought to herself. 'How mysterious..' She pondered. And reached her small yet bright home. 'I hope he comes to my next performance..' She though as she blushed but still holding her emotionless expression as always. 'I really hope..'