Time: First Night In NYC, Night of #18 / Kinsey: Age 22 / Pre-YIM
Rating: It’s Just A Little Swearing
Their first night in the house, after rooms had been assigned and the initial irritation of those assignments were past, they had all set off in the condo to do their own things. But when it neared midnight, Isaac and Zac had already retired for the evening, Taylor was somewhere unknown in the house, and Kinsey was seated at the grand piano in the living room, making up a simple song off the top of her head. Even though she had never had any formal musical training, she had picked up plenty from the guys over the years. Her fingers moved deliberately in a series of triads, experimenting with different chord progressions.
“What are you doing?” Taylor asked curiously from the darkness of the hallway, breaking Kinsey from her trance.
“Building a rocket, founding my own island nation, you know,” she joked, ceasing her playing.
“You don’t have to stop,” he said, emerging from the dark to moving across the room towards her, his body illuminated in the soft lamp light.
“Yeah, like I’m going keep playing once you get here, Mr. Piano God,” she scoffed.
“Piano God? I never knew you thought of me so highly,” he smiled as he sat beside her on the smooth bench.
“Shut up. You know you’re good,” she rolled her eyes, it paining her terribly to admit that truth.
“Do you think that they’ll put up a bronze statue of me in Times Square? You know, since I’m a god?” he teased, acting as if he didn’t hear her comment.
“Oh yeah. Leather pants, scarf, and all.” He just looked at her, shook his head, and let the silence sink in around them.
“Will you play me something?” she dared to ask, assuming that he would turn her down immediately.
“I suppose,” he sighed, obviously only pretending to be annoyed, “What do you want to hear?” She told him her request and he nodded, scooting her over on the bench a bit, and began to play. She closed her eyes and relished in the beautiful sounds of the original version of ‘Crazy Beautiful.’ It had long been her favorite song of theirs, but she never had the guts to admit it to the guys since only Taylor usually performed it. But, there was just something the way he sang it– so passionate and pure. He might have been the most annoying person she knew, but she couldn’t deny his incredible talent. When he’d finished, they sat in silence for a moment before he jabbed her with his elbow and stood, popping the bubble of the alternate universe they’d been existing in for the last few minutes.
“Going to bed?” she asked, following suit and turning off the piano light.
“Time to get some beauty rest. God knows you need it,” he said before darting out of the room and up the stairs before she could retaliate.
“Fucker,” she muttered before trudging up the stairs.