I have been working on this for a very long time. I have been debating whether or not to post it, because of how hard it hits home for me. When i wrote a lot of these passages, I was sick, and scared. These thoughts are mine, these emotions are mine.
I hope that you enjoy it.
For obvious reasons, I had to choose a name for the female character. It is told in 2 points of view
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Hammers and Strings: An Ed Sheeran One Shot
The beginning of the rest of my life started at a piano, and since all things in life come full circle, that’s exactly how it ended.
I sat down at a piano when I was nine, next to my older brother who had been taking lessons that entire year. Seventy-six inches and 88 keys of ivory laying before me, and I couldn’t even comprehend the weight that this piano would hold in my life. My brother, he couldn’t play much, just the right hand of “Heart and Soul.” It sounded so lonely, that part he was playing without an accompaniment. A repeated verse begging for a harmony. His piano teacher had gotten up to get a drink, and left him at the piano alone. I looked at the sheet music, and down at the keys, and saw no correlation. The tiny black markings on the sheet in front of me sat meaningless on that page. I let the fingertips of my left hand rest quietly on the keys in front of me, and I pressed each key individual in an upward succession as he continued to play until I founded a key that was pleasing to my ear. That day, sitting next to my brother without any prior experience, I learned how to play the left hand of Heart and Soul by ear. That was the first time I had ever played the piano. The first time that anything made sense to me. 15 years later, I can still sit and play Claire de Lune with my eyes closed. I’ve never needed to see the music. I just needed to hear it. I feel most at home on this bench, my palms curved concavely, my fingers barely hitting the keys in front of me, all of my emotions poured into the sounds of the hammers and strings.
I met Ed the first time I publically played the piano, at an old rundown bar 15 minutes outside of the town I lived in. I had an incessant need to just perform a piece of music for someone other than myself, or my family, to hear. And that old run down bar was the closest open mic night I could find. I remember wheeling that piano into the room, the wheels squealing as I managed to position it in the middle of the floor. I sat down, placed the Clair De Lune sheet music in front of me, splayed out across the piano. I started to play, and like clockwork, as I got to the first set of arpeggios, my sheet music dropped from the piano swaying in the wind as it tumbled to the floor. I could practically hear the look of horror on everyone’s face; the sheet music curse. But they didn’t know that I knew this song like the back of my hand, and I closed my eyes, imagining that I was back in my own apartment playing for myself, and I finished the piece flawlessly. Ed Sheeran picked up all of my sheet music when I was done, gathered it in his hands and presented it to me as a smile spread across his face.
“You played that from memory?” he mumbled, unsure of his question, “That’s incredible.”
“I play everything from memory” I tell him, as I took the sheet music from him.
“Why is a girl like you in a bar like this?” he asked, raising his eyebrows, briefly looking around before back to me,
“Why not?” I shrug, almost narrowing my eyes at him in a playful way, “I just want someone to hear me play, even if it is a bunch of alcoholics. Nothing is lonely than the echo of your own music reverberating in an empty room”
“You’re practically reading my mind” he nods, letting out a laugh at the irony, “I’ve been playing shows for nobodies just to be heard”
“You play?” I ask, nodding towards my upright piano, “let’s hear it”
“Not piano” he shakes his head, motioning towards his half-size guitar, “but I’d love to be able to play something as beautiful as what you just played.”
He lets the compliment slip out of his mouth and I grasp at it, holding it tight to me.
“Tell you what” I bite my lip, looking at him to gauge his reaction, “if you show me how a guitar works, I’ll teach you how to play the piano”
A smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he holds his hand out to me.
“I’m Ed,” he mumbles as my hand slips into his cool palm.
I believe in fate. I believe in love at first sight. I believe in being in the right place at the right time, and taking advantage of that specific time and place. My life with Ed started in an old run down bar where I played piano for a bunch of alcoholics to hear. He was the only one who appreciated it. He never stopped appreciating me. We settled down, got married, had a beautiful daughter, Eleanor. and we’ve been running through fast dreams ever since.
You are not a pear, you are not an hourglass, you are not an apple; you are a human being, with bumps and crevices and scars. You are a million shapes rolled into one. You are a universe within yourself. You are a human being, and you are magnificent.
have you ever caught someone staring at you and wondered what they’re thinking about like if it’s something positive or negative if it’s a passing thought or a long internal string of things if they’re even thinking about you at all or you just happen to be in the line of sight while their mind drifts off about something completely unrelated
Honestly have nothing to lose.
… i don’t think i will… but it’s worth a shot, right?
Got nothing better to do…why not
Absolutely nothing to lose.
shit lets do this
dont wanna risk it