THREAD: Benson & Paighton
Who: Benson and Paighton When: Thursday; December 13th, evening Where: Conservatory What: Benson goes to practice for the show this weekend, and runs into Paighton playing. Open: eh, maybe. Rating: Low.
Benson had been asked to accompany about half a dozen students for the talent show this weekend. He agreed as most of their musical arrangements weren't really that challenging and there was nothing he enjoyed more then playing. Of course being the pianist that he was he wanted to have his own solo which Troian had agreed to. He had a few pieces he was working on and planned on running through them tonight to settle on his final piece for this concert. He was leaning towards Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonota" as his piece but he had to play it again to see if it felt right. He had also contemplated the same composer's "Fur Elise" as it was another of his favorites. He had his sheet music as well as all the sheet music from the requested pop songs most of the school had chosen for their songs in a folder in his back pack which was slung over one shoulder. He was still in his school uniform as he hadn't gone back to the dorm to change as most people tended to after classes were over. The phoenix had some things he had to do before heading over to the conservatory to practice. Changing his clothes had not been on the list of things he was worried about.
As he opened the door of the conservatory he heard the sounds of a piano being played. Well someone was trying to play it. If he was correct about the song, he would bet it was Shubert's "Ave Maria." Quietly he let the door close behind him, careful not to let the player know he was there. On stage playing the piano was Paighton. Normally Benson would have made sure she knew he was there, watching, waiting for every slip up, but things were different now, since her accident. Benson wasn't sure what do now. He didn't want to rub it in her face that she was having trouble now, and he most certainly didn't want to be one of those people who lookde at her with pity and that look in their eyes that said how tragic it all was. But truly none of them had any idea what it meant to someone like Paighton, someone like Benson. Not being able to play when one had such a gift, it was torture. And no matter how they had competed, each besting the other off and on, he had never wished something like this on the girl. Benson enjoyed their rivalry, because she was the best. And he wanted to compete against the best, to keep bettering himself. Now it was different.
Running his hand through his messy dark hair to get it out of his face, he started to walk towards her without realizing it, his sneakers silent in the aisle. She was too engrossed in her playing to notice him, concentrating so hard on playing. He slipped into a seat quietly, just watching her play, the scene almost breaking his heart.