three of five

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...❛The age difference between them was strings and music❜ ...

...Music was born from a female rib, so every artistic note detects those symbols that lead us to escape from the world. Female is a musical balance that purifies the distance between our feelings and the tendencies of the moment, because history was not made by organic people, but rather made by a musician....

...She clings to art, and forms a soul similar to her, because it is the only justification for you to view life from a bright window, flowing with colors, sparkling with light, and she is the companion of the sky and the long paths, and the shelves of old books, are always on the opposite side of the one in which others meet...

...Great ideas are generated like the sun that lights all the galaxies, but as a small star from the melting of its own darkness, it creates a cup of wine from its crying so that the hands of others do not scratch it....

...Inside the training hall, where someone's voice is louder than his speech about music, she sits and even sleeps on her seat without indifference, her musical instrument almost collapsing if his voice was not emitted for the sixth time from her continuous sleep...

..."Do you embody the sleepy princess who needs a kiss in order to wake up? Open your eyes NOW !!!"...

...He seemed calm and still in the first sentence that he addressed to her, until he shouted to make his strong voice echo everywhere, causing her a horror that almost lost its balance from the seat...

..."I told you I didn't wake up at this time since I was a high school student, you're the one who pressed so be patient."...

...He was not allowed to say more, as he stuffed the saxophone rod in her mouth to prevent her from murmuring like a child....

..."Focus with me, you are playing the instrument incorrectly, the keys are controlled by the first three fingers of the hands together and you are using your five fingers."...

...He went down to her level, and made his fingers touch it in order to explain what he meant. His gaze did not rise to the surface of her eyes, not even a little, because he was interested in the whole picture on the machine that she was holding, he let go of her last fingers to guide her to the correct way....

..."Now ... try this presto."...

...He placed on her sight a sheet of paper containing multiple notes to play your instrument, she sighed ready for his hearing to be heard, followed her eyes on the musical scales, and she may have stepped off her face the expression of sleepiness as soon as she started playing...

...He did not open his mouth when she was playing, and she did not control the rhythm only, but she stole a look at him, and what she met, but constant reflections from him, were convinced the two of them together by the breaks of calm in the music...

...The melodies stormed the training room and set off on a flight, through the annotated windows, in the direction of clarity, towards the land where there was no one, and remained alive in the open space even after that woman stopped playing...

..."You're starting to master it, good!"...

...He clapped lightly, praising her at that time, she would have hidden a smile that was about to appear on her face, had she not sought help from her inanimate appearance....

..."My lips are tired of playing the saxophone, kiss them to get some rest."...

...She revealed what she wanted in a bold environment, her speech surprised him, but he did not let the features prove that to her, but on the contrary, and documented the calm look as if he had no reaction to her, approached her with dry, balanced steps, contrary to what is happening inside him...

..."It is very risky to cause pain in your feet, so that your lips can get some rest."...

...Shroud her with his gaze, as she has no way but to increase her contemplation so close, she did not know that he would crush her with his words because she uses her tongue with more daring people....

..."Your truth has emerged Maestro, have you seen how the saying illuminates the inclinations of people!"...

...She joked her features, so her closeness to the sarcasm had surpassed her because he understood the speech of the eyes as he could imagine what she might think of....

..."What about you? Weren't you making my offer to come to your bed!"...

...He smiled sarcastically as he crossed her barriers with a light touch on the clear surface of her chest, and closed the buttons of her shirt that she forgot to close and left half open, she was not in such a position with a man so submission was her appearance, she was numb with him until she forgot how to use her arms to push him away...

..."When you get out of the house in the morning, check your clothes, you might ignore closing your pants for the next time."...

...He accomplished what he was closing, completing his words...

..."Your solo training is complete, you should gain experience, so play longer at your spare time."...

...He collected his papers far from the field of vision, he is still shocked at her silence because she is a woman with a sharp tongue that is difficult to grasp. He predicted that she would call him before his departure and shouted at him for his boldness, but there is no voice coming from her lips, perhaps because the shock left a long impression on her....

...It is not easy to engage, everyone who benefits from it is considered perishable, as if it was created from sweetness, splendor, and strength to make other men shine in front of it, so that they become nicer, and more efficient than what people knew or knew in their whole life....

...She gathered together while she was silent wandering her gazes in the training hall, she had stamped a touch on her chest, remembering their daring stance, quickly distracted her from her, moving her head several times, as though removing his face from her mind...

...The door pushed to start the noise of speech that penetrated her constant surroundings, she set a surprise look at her fellow musicians as they took their places to start training, inspected her wristwatch looking at the time .. it was nine o'clock as he arranged his appointments last night...

..."Yixing see Risa here at this early time!"...

...Suran pointed at her who had lost her mind, only feeling a pinch of a fingerprint on her right shoulder...

..."Have you met Maestro Byun?"...

..."Hmm, I did, I'll take a break, and if he asks about me ... Make arguments, that's your jurisdiction after all."...

...She stood running away from the gatherings despite her friend screaming to stay, but her mind far exceeded her ability to hear, she walked in the corridors without a specific destination, and stopped walking after hearing a whispered talk near her, so she caught a peek...

..."Lady, I have a training class now, so I have to go."...

...She recognized the maestro’s manly voice, but the voice of the woman she encountered was more familiar because it belonged to her stepmother....

..."I will not take much of your time. I came to ask about the saxophone player Risa .. Her father has worried about her since yesterday, and since you are the new leader, I sure have come across her."...

...Shock gripped her eyes, but she did not stick to palpating behind the wall, she heard but rather led herself to position them, and she came across nothing but their close proximity, her stepmother puts one of her arms on his chest and removed the border area between them, making their bodies close together...

..."What are you doing here? Has your hobby become to fall on the chest of the first man you meet?"...

...She asked with the most frightened tone she had, waving her index finger, and her burning eyes crossed the other...

..."Risa, we have to talk."...

..."If I enter my father's house, beware of appearing your filth in front of me."...

...Her words were reinforced, and Byun got some of her obnoxious looks at his behavior toward her stepmother...

..."He is not at home. He was taken to the hospital last night that you spent in your apartment."...

..."What? How is that."...

...The hate expression faded, taking office, shocked her, unaware of her father's condition, the anger still doomed to him as emaciated as a noose, whenever he felt relaxed, they brought him a new body....

..."He suffered consecutive panic attacks and agitation, so I did the right thing and called an ambulance."...

..."Oh, yes, without you we would be victims of the occupation."...

...The opinion contributed her sarcastically while meeting with sparks from the eyes, he was the third spectator, she sent another Risa with a contradictory look at him before she moved away from the bitter, despite the ugliness of his image in her mind, but he did not migrate her eyes...

...His face was convulsed in a very emaciated form, and his voice was shaky in tone, his thoughts oscillated with excitement, then his intermittent words that did not leak from his throat except in trouble, it was clear that he had done harm to his nature when she found him in that position...

...As soon as I left the music-filled place on the road to the hospital, his focus was distracted, as he did not fully master anything, he hid his knowledge of art and his timing was not appropriate for him to speak much....

...As for her, she noticed that her father and the bed were similar, as both of them did not beat their hearts and did not hear any noise for them. She looked at the face of her only example, wishing in herself that his condition would improve, because the calamity that befell him was like an earthquake, occurring in seconds but destroying what was planned of for years...

...She is the one that does not fear the demise of anyone, who, even at her most broken heart, was dancing ***** in strength, hosting all the fears and turmoil that make her an obstacle to glory, so there is no pain that afflicts her or sadness that sweeps her at night, heals all matters by withdrawing without demanding a reason...

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...His day has passed and his mind is swaying like an old cylinder without interruption, he has finished his job, and he sees that it is too early to go like this without encountering her, he was never that man who cares about all his day what a woman might think of him, because he saves complete knowledge about himself, He sees it as a secondary matter to reveal his personality to someone...

...She does not know him as she thinks when she found him in the witnessed sin, and this is what he loves in himself, it does not come in its pacifist form, but only calls part of the features, he gives her a bad version of it as much as it absorbs her to block her curiosity...

...He walks upright in contrast to his gaze at the ground, moves his hands bored, knows that no one will cross his way as it is late and everyone including them, is staying at their homes, heard the sound of music emanating from the door of the stage, so he approached to make sure ...

...He removed the door that deprived him of vision very slowly to allow him to hear the towering quality of that piece of music, it was not so curious to him as it is now, as he adopted the dive more in the middle of the hall and what happened to be the body of a saxophonist dancing to the melodies of a luxurious Spanish dress in red, and His striking appearance, holding in one hand a glass of wine, the color of which is the same color as her dress, she drinks a little and continues dancing...

...He was not allowed to expose his existence, so he embraced the rope of silence for a long time while he was sitting in one of the seats of the stage staring at her from the bottom of her body to the top. Perhaps he could silence his mind, which repeats the idea that she seduced him, but his looks refuse to stop penetrating her and that is what he cannot ignore...

...He passed his thumb from the beginning of his lower lip to the end with excitement, her professional movements make him crazy, she claps her hands sometimes and other times her shoes make a consistent sound that makes her a Spanish Lady who only lacks a red rose on the ears, she seemed to him more beautiful when shed light on her, more beautiful to the limit which necessitates drowning in kissing her without boredom...

..."In the art of music, the mind is more seductive than the body, but your body deserve to be excluded."...

...He could not prevent himself from flirting with her, she was the one who could not recognize his face well due to the light of the stage, at that moment he insulted himself because he spoke, she was cut off from her captivating dance, which spoiled his visual pleasure...

..."Who are you? Show yourself."...

...She said from her place, trying to balance despite her heavy drinking, pulled himself out of the drawer, fulfill her request...

..."Why are you here alone?"...

...He stood before her, announcing himself, and did not find an expression of surprise in her face at seeing him, perhaps wine is the reason...

..."Mistress of the night has no friends."...

...She answered with relief, unlike her usual accent, which starts with screaming and ends with screaming as well, and she stood before him pouring him a glass of wine while he was trying to stop his desire to hold her waist in his arm, but he could not stand it any more because his features are talkative...

..."Is this why the window of love opens at night?"...

...His intention was not to hear her answer as much as his desire for her gaze to be embraced with his eyes, because he does not like the question, and he is not convinced of the answers that come from a drunken woman's lips....

..."You have to be careful not to climb into that window, because a woman like me does not wait, but adopts her tender strength and steals your lover's heart."...

...He saw her seem more serious at first, but she ended the sentence with a sarcastic laugh, which made him drag her to him when she wanted to give him a glass of wine....

..."Dance me like you would do alone."...

...She became closer to him, and he overlooked her eyes, migrating to her lips stained with lipstick, with a graceful movement the farthest edge of the dress from her leg wandering around and touching her in the places his mind wanted, and together he began performing a flamenco dance with a steady stroke of the loud clapping of the hands while adopting the passion and passion between them, their harmony in dance, is evident from their embrace of their gaze at the time of movement....

...In the last move that led to the end of this performance, he pulled her from the back of her head to his lips, who were eager to make a violent kiss filled with brutality and ferocity, His tongue entered her mouth, she could not catch up with his kissing speed so she let him control until he moved away gasping and puts his forehead on her forehead, and his hands rest on her waist....

..."Would you have do the same to my stepmother if I hadn't been an intruder?"...

...She barely finished her question, because she was gasping tired too....

..."I am not that dirty, and you do not ask about anything your eyes see, because you know that it was she who threw herself in my lap."...

...She adopted silence, remaining only on the conversation of gazes, and once again his fingers violated her barrier, playing inside the strands of her falling hair, noticing his shine under this light, then attracting him by its scent more to approach a desire for inhalation, closing his eyes, feeling her breathing on his chest and no desire to break this moment with her...

..."You have to learn Spanish to be able to flirt with you."...

..."What is wrong with our language?"...

...He smiled after asking her attached her eyes looked for a long time as if sailing through them, between the upper and lower eyelids, suspiciously freezing between the stars moored on her upper lashes and the many galaxies under her lower lashes....

..."Everyone understands it, and I love being different."...

...The eyes only looked at the place of the lips, but she was tired of the resistance, so she put her head on his chest, talking in a whisper....

..."Let's go to my apartment."...

...She told him what she wanted, clinging to it, and using signs meaning that he carried her body in his arms, removed the wine glass from the strength of her hand, wiped her lips with his thumb from the last drop of wine that flowed from her, in order to move her leaving the stage light towards the darkness of the road...

...He was keen as he put her body on the car seat, turning to the other side, driving the car silently by mouth from the chatter of the mind...

...It took a long time while on the doorstep of her apartment, he stopped her on guard against her fall, and what hindered him was the failure of his search for the key, as she was wearing an attractive dress that could not have a pocket for an apartment key...

..."Tell me you didn't leave the key in the apartment!"...

...Talk to her after a long search, when he found nothing to help but ask the question...

..."Are you kidding? I'm not one of those people who make such mistakes."...

...In a drunken tone, she replied....

..."I usually put it in my bra."...

...She finished her sentence and his shocked face met her, although he expected that from her before she said it...

..."Who will get it out of there?"...

...She let out a slight laugh, grabbing the collar of his shirt, sending seductive hints into his eyes...

..."You closed my shirt buttons this morning. It shouldn't be difficult for you to get your hand into my privacy."...

...She determined the distance between them, then opened her hands, and invited him to approach and find the key, scattering his gaze when he approached her, and sighing in turmoil, which he began to search for....

...He hurried to open the door of the apartment, to bury her laughter about wandering the corridors more, his blurry picture in front of her was a comic scene that led to laughter...

..."Did you enjoy this?"...

..."Yeah so much, I'll always put the key on my bra in case you aspire to come to me another night."...

...Her statement made him focus, as the gaze proved between them. Risa did not allow that to remain for a long time, as she threw herself at him stealing his lips with a kiss that she started, liking him despite not being as brutal as the kiss that he did...

...He stole her, making her sit on his thigh, filling the void of their bodies, exceeding the concentration of the perfume in her neck until he saw it as permissible wine. She played with his hair as she wanted, before she finished her kiss...

..."What topic would we suggest to open to end our night?"...

...She innocently blinked twice, which caused confusion in his thinking about the change that had happened to her, seconds ago she was kissing him hard, and now she looks innocent in his eyes...

..."Open your dress buttons to me instead of opening threads."...

...He said, touching the length of her bare leg, until his hand reached her hip, sharing the side view...

..."Yes, Maestro Byun."...

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