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It was raining for the what seemed like the millionth time that week, and it was only Tuesday. Nothing but puddles and soggy leaves everywhere, a real treat to walk through when you don't have a car.

"Hate the rain." A particular blind boy muttered to himself, as he sloshed through the piles of leaves on the sidewalk. Shoes getting rain water soaked into them making his once warm socked feet wet. Today was just not going his way it seemed like.

Sounds of dogs barking, car honks from people in a rush, and his own heavy breaths filled his ears. Not anything out of the ordinary, sounds like these made sure he wasn't lost. Since ya know, vision obviously wasn't his forte.

Music would of been a better option for background noise but he learned the hard way when he ended up in a totally different part of town. It was not a good day when he had to rake up the courage to ask for help and hope that no one kidnapped or killed him in their car. Luckily this one guy was driving his kids to school, and offered to drive him back home.

That was months ago. So guess he should celebrate not getting killed and or kidnapped! What a time to be alive, literally.

His out stretched white cain scopes the area around him, occasionally bumping into the fence or a rock. Although this time, it hit something softer.

"Ah, Virgil. We meet again." A familiar voice said, Virgil smirked.

"Didn't see ya there Remy."

"Ha ha, good one. Not like you make that blind joke everyday."

"You know it's funny, admit it."

"Never. You wandering around for the fun of it or are we gonna go get some coffee now?"

One, two, three,

A simple G-note rang throughout the room, the blind emo instantly freezing in place. A snickering Remy cut through the noise.

"Your face! So pRiceLess-"

"Fuck you. That h u r t."

"Ok ok. Let's get on with the lesson before you have a emo breakdown."

The boy with the white cain sat down, feeling the keys of the old piano. A content hum im his chest, he started to play. It was the beginning of a old twenty-one pilots song; "implicit demand for proof" An old time favorite of his.

Remy knew the song, and a small grin curled on his face. This was one of those moments Virgil liked to show off, playing as free as possible. And as intricate as the song was, Virgil found it comforting to play. The soft notes filled the room, swimming around their head's.

Virgil knew the keys by heart. A small smile making it's way onto his own face. A rare moment of peace.
Both of the boy's were unaware of anything, lost in the sea of piano keys. Virgil was getting better each time he played this song, Remy was sure of that.

Who knows how much time flew by, they sure didn't keep cheak. As soon as Virgil pressed the last key, someone was clapping.

"That was magnificent!"

The blind boy almost fell out of his seat.

"That's my boy virge for ya babes. He's a good player. Who are you?" Remy said, tilting his sunglasses down a tad.

"Oh im from a theater group! Were just waiting on the stage to open up next door. Roman." The stranger had a hyperactive tone in his voice, to overtly happy for Virgils taste.

"Im Remy. That's my friend there who was playing." Romans eye's lit up.

"You were amazing! I don't recognise the song but it was pretty!" Roman gushed, practically fanboying.

"Thanks.." Virgil muttered. Compliments are the bane of his existence.

"Hey you wanna come to the play next week when it's finished? Tickets on me!" Roman had the brightest smile on his face, a face Remy himself couldn't say no to. It would be rude to say no.

Virgil on the other hand, was in a pickle. Guess he should spill the tea.

"I'd really love to, but im blind."

"Oh- oh i didn't even notice! So sorry!" Roman began to apologize, his face flustered with awe and embarrassment.

"It's no big deal, i can always listen if that's ok-" Virgil rambled out, suddenly regretting outing himself.

"No it's fine! I didn't know, you can come if you really wanna i don't care." 
Now it was the theatre geek who was suddenly regretting his choice of words. Remy found the whole situation very awkward.

"I'll come. Listening isn't so bad.." Virgil muttered.

Roman grinned.

"Next week at 7:30. I'll see ya there."

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Kinda winged it at the end of this. Writer's block do be a bish tho :/

-hiL