“Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name, it all just sounds like,” Kara vocalised the next part tilting her head upwards, swaying gently eyes still screwed shut, ”Hm too young too dumb to realise, that I should have bought you flowers,” Kara’s voice spiked suddenly before softening again, ” and held your hand, should have given you all my hours when I had the chance.” “Our song on the radio but it don’t sound the same,” the blonde closed her eyes shut as fingers met keys and she continued, ” When our friends talk about you all that it does is just tear me down.” “Same bed, but it feels just a little bit bigger now, Golden locks flowed over her shoulders as limber fingers danced over the keys. Creeping to the front cautiously she saw the scene that played out before her, two beams of light were aimed at the grand piano which sat in the middle of the stage and it’s not so mysterious pianist’s back was slightly facing Lena. The melody softened before the room was filled by the softest and melodic voice Lena had ever heard. She didn’t have time to think before another set of keys were played slowly, lingering, the notes flowing perfectly into each other dripping with an underlying meaning.
She placed her case on the bench gently, fingers inches away from unclasping the locks when the drone of the piano rung out into the massive room halting her actions. She reminded herself to scold the crew for not tidying up after, she ran her hand tiredly over her face, craning her neck to the side rubbing a sore spot in her neck. Her mind buzzing Lena didn’t even care to flip the light switch for the large room, there were some loose wires and ropes decorating the floor as stage equipment were littered around. Even in grey sweats and a navy blue hoodie, which belonged to Kara, she still carried authority in every step she took. Still sporting her stoic and cold expression, aside from the dark bags under her eyes hidden behind dark frames, Lena Luthor looked as standoffish as usual. Her dark locks were put in a messy bun, strands framing her pale face, makeup absent from her features making her stand out even more. She barely got any sleep after her fight with Kara, going on day four without proper sleep, burying herself in her studies and club activities, she barely ate, drank or even showered. Even when she warily checked her surroundings she couldn’t find the chipper blonde on campus anymore, seemingly vanished. Lena didn’t know if she should feel relieved or devastated. Soon enough the texts and called tapered off, as did the girl’s efforts to reach out. It did cause her chest to tighten on seeing the hurt that flashed across the girl’s features, those blue eyes that seemed bottomless mix with pain. Even when Kara came up to her probably to apologize for the 100th time she either tuned her out or walked away giving her the cold shoulder. The stubborn Luthor ignored all and continued with her duties around campus. Even Kara’s friends were trying to contact Lena to at least talk to the distraught blonde, nothing worked. Calls fell on deaf ears as she’d cancel any receiving call from Kara’s number not even letting it go to her voicemail. She ignored the flood of texts the youngest Danvers sent every 10 minutes, each text longer than the last, explaining and asking to talk. She did notice how Kara would perk up on seeing her enter the class only to fidget in her seat when Lena chose to seat away from her. She avoided the blonde like a plague although, she sat to the front of the class than her normal seat with Kara by the window. And boy did she have a lot of both at the moment.ĭuring the week she pushed all thoughts and emotions she felt about her and Kara’s fight to the back of her mind, seemingly unfazed by what happened between them. Everything she couldn’t put in words came out in her music, her worries, her thoughts. The sound would rip through her, automatically calming herself, relaxing her entire body as she played, swaying to the melodic sound that her violin sadly called out for another.
It was her little quiet place where she could play her violin, no disruptions, no prying eyes, no back chatter, no one except her and the music. She usually came in here to get a breather from her duties and to clear her head. Old leathered chairs lined up coming up towards the stage, the narrow passage way’s carpet worn thin, it’s patterns barely recognizable now. The auditorium was deathly quiet much to her liking, a contrast from her noisy thoughts that plagued her for the longest while. It was a Saturday evening and no one was schedule to be in here on the weekends. Lena entered back stage, she tightly held the handle of her violin case as she climbed the stairs.
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