Adam never really knew the piano.
He didn't know what compelled him to sit down at the bench and try it out again. It had been two years since he had last played, or even looked at a piece of sheet music. The only reason he had really ever taken it up was for his mother. She had always loved the sounds the instrument made, and tried to teach it to both of her sons with equal amounts of failure. Dean had been unwilling; Adam just lacked the talent. They had only gotten up through "Jingle Bells" before she'd given up, only a headache to show for her efforts. For the next two weeks, it had been all that Adam could think about, and the guilt of letting her down crept in despite himself. He had approached his father with a small idea and it had grown into a grand result, prepared specially for Kristine's birthday that same year. Orchestrated carefully by his dad, Adam had woken up early to start off his mother's morning with the chorus of her favorite song: Elton John's "Your Song", butchered by the ten-year-old's heavy hands but recognizable at least. She'd rushed down the stairs, wide-eyed and smiling, and hugged him tightly when he had finished. Later, his dad would tell him that he had never seen his wife react so happily to something.
It seemed like he remembered so much more about his family this year, now that he'd watched it fall. Adam was fully aware of how stupidly dramatic he was being about the whole thing, that he should listen to his brother and just try to move on. Dean had told him not to draw any unnecessary attention, not to act too mopey or too different at all, but it was hard, especially when he was by himself. What else was he to think about if not their tragic August? Even if it was a selfish right, Adam had a right to mope all that he wanted, in his eyes. He could use these moments alone explicitly for that purpose -- just so long as they remained alone.
Fingers hovering over the keys, Adam started his mother's song slowly, picking up halfway through as he had learned it, starting at the chorus where he knew the notes. He couldn't master chords, opting for a simple, one-note-at-a-time melody that sounded rather sad when it was isolated. The words came quietly under his breath, just barely louder than the music itself. As he came to the end, striking the keys to the tune of the final line, he smiled to himself.
"...how wonderful life is, while you're in the world...."
She'd been so happy to hear that part, even sang along with it, her voice causing him to falter only a bit before he was finished. It was a terrific song, really. Adam hadn't realized how much of his attention the playing had captured, and removing his hands from the keys was like exiting a trance. The world had fallen away, for those thirty seconds, and when it returned he shook his head and stood to head back for the door.
He nearly had a heart attack at the realization that he was no longer alone.
STR: 10 AGI: 5 CTRL: 8 STA: 12