One shots

Melody

Before I start can we just take a minute to appreciate how good looking Nicholas Galitzine is.

He starred in the movie, high strung. A movie about music and dance with a hint of romance. I fell in love with the music and so it inspired me to write this piece. Although I do think I need to work on my timing. All my one shots are written at 4, 5 or 6 on the morning when I'm seriously sleep deprived.

"Music is like dance. It's a link to the soul"-Ruby from High strung.

Everything burned and ached. Olly played on the very same stage where it had all begun. Where it lead to our downfall. My hands, my legs could still feeling the adrenaline of the dance. The pulsing as he played the very same piece. I could feel my hands as they once raked down his body. I could feel the way his eyes would follow my every intricate move as I moved around on the stage.

Fire was ablaze in Olly's heart. He let go of the only person to have truly believed in him. But how did it even happen? Calls and texts suddenly became scarce until eventually all communication stopped. And their careers took off.

He could still feel the very same rush from the very first time.Playing on the very stage where it begun. Playing the same piece he wrote out of love and anguish. He was burning, suffocating as the memories flowed out with every note played on his violin.

Playing the last note he didn't wait. He couldn't. Tears brimmed in his eyes, the stinging burning, his breathing becoming harsh as his lungs constricted. One bow and he was running out. Crashing out the building gasping for air before the curtains even fell. Memories of Noa were still raw and too painful.

Noa watched from her seat as he ran out. Tears starting to form in her eyes as she caught a glimpse of his expression. He was hurting like her but more. Their ending was so sudden with no explanation. She still remembered their time together like it was yesterday.

Trying to teach him ballet and him failing miserably. How he would love to watch her dance, as if entranced by a siren. The way he would randomly wake up in the night to write notes. But her favorite times when he would play for only her. In the comfort of his home, He loved playing for her as he would say.

She stood in the clapping ovation. Watched slowly as people started to make their way out. One by one. The room was becoming clearer, the size of the place becoming more clear. It felt isolating as she turned taking in the artwork that lined the walls and roof. Her senses clouded by the first time she had been here. The first time she had ever danced in front of such a vast crowd.

Shaking her thoughts she walked towards the stage. She didn't know whether following her heart was her being naive, but she needed to see him.

Even if it was for the last time.

Adrenaline pumped through her veins as well as fear. Had he moved on? Would he even want to see her? Her mind raced with what if's as she went backstage. Walking around room to room she finally cam to a halt.

The very same room they had used the first time they were here was being used by him. His name written in bold on a white sheet of paper stuck next to the closed door. She faltered trying to gather herself together. Breathing in to calm her racing heart, raised her hand to knock.

She didn't.

Olly felt like a rag. He was worn out. Tired from sleepless nights. Hearing and watching Noa on television. He was tired of his life. Exhausted of everything he has to do. But mostly the regret of not trying harder for her.

Running a hand over his face, he let out a tired sigh. Raking his hand through his hair he pushed his body off the wall, Banging the door open and walking in. He walked past room after room, coming to and abrupt halt.