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For: Sunset-In-My-Veins

Request: I have an idea that I want to do with this as well, but it won't be for quite a while, SO, I think the idea of Brendon being a pianist in like a hotel lobby sorta thing is a pretty interesting idea to work with maybe? Could also be Patrick or Tyler if you don't feel like writing about Brendon.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED.

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Note: Okay, so, if it wasn't obvious enough – I'm always in the mood to write about Brendon. Buuuuutttt...I feel as if I haven't been giving attention to the other members, hence, I made this a Tyler imagine.

Also, @sunset-in-my-veins is a good friend of mine, and she's written this amazing Patrick fic, so be sure to check it out. x

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Tyler brushed the stray specks of dust off of his suit jacket as he stood up from tuning the piano. With a quick glance at the golden clock mounted on the north wall of the hotel lounge area, he noted that it was precisely three 'o clock.

He gently cleared his throat, assumed his position on the bench and flexed his fingers a few times before starting to play. A soothing, classical melody wafted through the air as his fingers danced along the keys, providing instantaneous calmness to the souls of anyone who was fortunate enough to catch the tune.

Given that the hotel was one of the city's most esteemed, it was always afloat with guests – those that rented rooms, those that held or attended conferences, and everyone in between. Tyler saw countless faces each and every day, but none stuck in his mind quite like yours did.

He would never for – as long as he lived – forget the first time he saw you. It was during the hotel's busiest season, and you had come rushing in through the front door, delivering a hasty thank you to the doorman as you tried to speed walk as fast as you could while wearing such awfully uncomfortable shoes.

You came to a halt at reception, just behind an overly chatty businessman, who was taking his own sweet time to check in – purely because he was flirting with the pretty receptionist. Tyler watched in slight amusement as you tried your best to maintain your cool prose, observing the way you would let out impatient huffs and constantly check the slender gold watch that was placed on your wrist, on top of the edge of your gloves.

He noticed that your foot was tapping in a steady rhythm while you waited, and not being able to help himself, he started pressing one finger to a random piano key in the same fashion. The repetitive sound flooded the room, causing almost everyone – including you – to turn to investigate if the pianist was suffering from a seizure or if he had just lost it.

A million butterflies fluttered in his stomach as you locked gazes with him, and he mentally prayed that you would find his attempt at lightening the mood amusing. When you didn't offer an immediate smile, he felt a tinge of embarrassment start to seep in; but then, after a moment, you burst into a fit of giggles, bringing a massive smile to the man's face.

Unfortunately, you were in a rush and were unable to come over and introduce himself and since he was employed to stay at the piano and play all throughout the designated hours, he couldn't either. So, he was left with only a smile over your shoulder as you hurried to the elevators.

As fate would have it, however, you were back the next day. This time, considerably earlier, leaving enough time for a conversation to blossom between the two of you.

Introductions were made, wherein Tyler learned that you were the assistant to a major record label executive, who had decided to set up temporary office in the hotel. He almost jumped for joy when he found out that he would be seeing you every week from then on; after just one conversation, he was already absolutely taken with you.

Three weeks had passed since that first meeting, and Tyler's infatuation with you had only grown with each week. Needless to say, when you entered through the front doors once more, brushing the small bits of snow from your coat, he felt his heart rate accelerate tenfold.

With a smile, you made your way over to him, dragging your gloved hand across the length of the piano when you were close enough.

"Canon?" You cocked an eyebrow in condescension as you recognized the piece he was playing. "Really?"

"What's wrong with Canon?" he asked, feigning offence; his fingers never stopped playing.

"Nothing," you shrugged, glancing around the room, "If we were still living in the nineteen-hundreds."

Tyler just barely managed to stifle a scoff at your remark and made an anguished sound when you reached for his sheet music.

"Hey, I need those," he protested.

"Shh," you scolded, reminding him that the lounge was not the place for loud voices. "Here." Your expression turned prideful as you placed your pick of sheet music in front of him. "Play this. It's a little more modern."

His lips twitched upwards as his eyes scanned the title. He looked at you and cocked his head at the sheets. "You like this song?"

"It's one of my all-time favorites. Oh," you startled a little as you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. Pulling it out, you saw that it was a message from your boss, telling you that he needed those documents you were carrying urgently. "But I guess I'll have to wait to hear you play it. My presence is required," you grimaced and waved your phone before shoving in back in your pocket.

"Yeah, it's cool. See you next week, then?"

"Yeah," you nodded in confirmation, waving a hand in goodbye before turning and heading for the elevator.

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Fast forward to one week later; Tyler was at his usual spot behind the piano, languidly playing some classical piece as he waited for you to arrive.

After an agonizing fifteen minutes, you finally did, and he instantly straightened up before playing out the opening notes to the song you had picked out the week before.

His fingers played the keys with the same magnificent elegance as they always did; only this time, his voice accompanied the sweet sound of the tune.

"Wise men say," he started, too shy to look you in the eyes and focusing on the top of the piano instead, "only fools rush in. But I can't help falling in love with you."

To say that you were astounded by his voice would be an understatement; you were mesmerized. The beauty of it drew you in, and you approached him without even realising that your feet were moving.

You stopped next to the piano, only a few feet from him, and listened. Listened to every sweet syllable that flowed from his mouth – and got lost in it all. His voice was one of the most unique and beautiful you had ever heard, and you had no desire for the song to end.

So when it did, your heart sank just a little.

"Tyler..." you opened and closed your mouth, stumbling over words and frowning as you thought of words to say, "You're unbelievable."

A bout of shyness kicked in, causing Tyler's face to blush as he finally forced himself to look at you. "You think so?"

"Yes," you insisted with a short laugh of disbelief, "Why didn't you mention that you could sing?"

He shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. "You didn't ask."

Shaking your head, you smiled a small smile, before your face turned serious. "Tyler... I know that we barely even know each other, and that this question is really sudden, but..."

Tyler felt his pulse quicken and could hear his heart pounding in his ears; he leaned in ever so slightly, much too eager to hear the rest of what you were about to say. "Yeah?"

You bit your bottom lip nervously before just coming right out and asking him. "Will you play at my wedding in two months?"

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Thank you for reading x