[Sweet senior from the Music Department × Straight-forward junior from the Mathematics Department]
The first time I met her, she was recruiting new players to play "Meet" in the club, and I helped her pick up the piano score that fell on the ground.
The second time I met her, she sat next to me and said, "I am also here to earn credits for this course."
The third time I met her, she played a piece of music I didn't know the name of in the piano room, and then asked me, "Do you want to learn it?"
I want to learn.
But it's not piano that I want to learn.
She gave me a scarf and said, "Your neck is empty."
She drew the treble clef on the scratch paper, next to my radical root.
She reached out and touched my knuckles and said she should bend her fingers a little and imagine she was holding an egg in her hand.
I went back to the dormitory and drew the keys of five octaves on the scratch paper.
My roommate asked me if I had any musical dreams.
I said no.
I just wanted to spend a little more time with her.
