DISCLAIMER!: I will be changing Rise's hair colour to chestnut brown…also;
For this chapter, my readers may decide to play as a background music; The Merry go round of life song (also known as Howl's Moving Castle theme song) cause it adequately envisions the atmosphere of this memoir...
HYDE'S POINT OF VIEW; MEMOIR.
She maneuvers the keys of the grand piano exquisitely, beginning the symphony on a slow and sombre note.
The party of historian and wealthily dressed individuals who are on the dance floor, accordingly follow the charming rhythm of her play, responding through gradually twirling around in the ball
-With their large, elegant gowns of fine livery and excellently crafted suits-,
But, forget all that.
My attention; of course; is ultimately focused on
-Her-,
She gently rocks in her wheelchair as she carries on playing this nostalgic, yet captivating song,
- And just like some creep, I hide behind the curtain nearest to her so I can get the best view; this is a love I have nursed, everytime I manage to watch her perform at balls; but I know I wil be rejected, after all, my life is rejection itself-
My eyes span right from her slender fingers, that presently dance upon the keys of the piano in a fast paced engagement; to her face that beams in her smiling demeanour, her shut eyes contribute to the angelic swaying to the sound she produces.
I simply watch in absolute adoration,
-Gushing at her tender elegance-,
Today she has tied her brown hair into a neat bun and her emerald eyes sparkle as she reaches a climax so beautiful, it practically throws me off balance and my heart leaps for joy as I vibrate in lovesickness.
Then she approaches the end of her piece with the same subtlety she begun with.
But now, everyone is visibly overwhelmed by emotions as a few around my hiding spot who are unpaired as I am, start to sob,
-Crying in an euphoric nostalgia-
Slowly;
-A tear makes it's way from my eye-
As she plays an end note, an ear-racking applause fills the ballroom as she gently touches the last key in her symphony.
I sniff and turn to go,
-But not before stealing one last closeup glance of her-,
My eyes dreamily revert to her face and to my astonishment.
I find her staring directly into them.
I blush in sheer embarrassment,
-What would she feel of being creepily watched?-
She chuckles softly at my expression and cocks her head to the side quizically;
"Eyes were given to look with, don't you think?" she asks in the most melodious voice I have ever heard,
"I'm Rise..." she adds while bowing her head,
I still can't believe that THE Rise is speaking to me.
-This may be my only opportunity to ever speak to her again; who knows, this might be a dream after all-
"I know...everyone one knows…and I love your music…no I love you, so, so much"
I gush out in excitement
-Then I realize the absurdity in my words and redden up-
She stares at me with shock before blushing and timidly smiling again;
"But what's more important is…who are you?" she asks softly,
I turn even more red.
-This is a fantasy come true-
"I'm…my name is..." I begin to stutter,
"HYDE!..."
My aunt yells my name breaking into our rendezvous, I turn in the direction of her call in alarm.
My face instantly falls,
I feel a small hand wrap around mine, grasping me tightly, I turn to see as Rise vigorously wheels away with me out of sight from my aunt.
We come to a slightly desolate corner of the crowded ball,
-I can't stop looking at Rise-
She gazes up at me after some minutes of silence.
"Nobody loves the person behind my music…" she mutters rather sadly as she turns away.
-I love the way she articulates…what's not to love?- ,
A strange confidence fills me up;
-If this is a dream then why not damn it all and tell her how I feel?-
I crouch to her level and I gently hold her face
-Her skin is so tender-,
She is alarmed, but not in a negative way.
"My love for you covers for the love the entire universe would have given you"
I say this in a smokily, appealing voice.
-I nearly don't believe belongs to me-
She reddens up.
-I am thrilled-,
She slowly reaches to hold the hand I have placed on her face and whispers;
"If you come to the Prester mount tomorrow by noon…then I'll tell you why you needn't invest such passion in someone as wasted as me"
She gently takes my hand off her face, and squeezes it.
Then she wheels away.
I am just about to follow her when two pairs of hands grab me back,
I am about to punch at them in fury for interrupting my engagement, until I see they are my nicompoop cousins "Mother says you are SO dead" Marc spits at me,
"Flirting with someone so high class?...you must be outta your god damn mind!" Marv taunts while pulling my hair,
-Nope this is no dream, I feel the pain vividly-
I groan dramatically and the attention of people around is caught.
The two idiots look around and think better than to cause a scene here ;
"After the ball then ya bastard dog!" they simultaneously state on a note of finality as they walk away,
I sigh.
-No matter how many lashes I receive…it would all be worth it, after all my innate desire to live is only because an angel like Rise exists-
END OF POV/MEMOIR.