Adagio e Staccato

By this point, Félix switched to a more <a href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T_-1qMPDf-A' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>consistent</a> piece. It was still very soft, but now more of his attention was drawn to the keys and his thoughts to what part of the piece he had to play next. It was a very recent study of his, and still fresh in his mind. The muscle memory was all still there.

“It's just practice.” Maybe it was, but few people could practise to that degree. Nor could most of them memorize nearly everything they heard. But some could. Some had gifts with music that made remembering and rehearsing a song as easy as quoting lines from a movie. Those dedicated to watching a movie over and over could even quote you the whole thing.

“Oh. No, I meant...”

Félix looked up for just a split moment, and realized Lysander was either asleep or just about to be. Gradually, Félix stopped playing and let the tune die away. All he could hear was Lysander's muttering, but not the words themselves. Probably Félix's fault in picking such a quiet piece.

He debated whether to wake the man up or just try and slip out himself. Before Félix concluded, the phone in the back of his pants vibrated. It was probably his valet, telling Félix he had arrived. Once he confirmed it, he looked back at Lysander and studied whether he had truly dozed off.

“Well. Thank you. I must be going.” Félix politely stood up and excused himself from the sleeping Lysander. Best not to wake him up suddenly, though Lysander was probably just hungry from missing lunch so far. Better to leave him to eat once he was awake.

He suspected the campus wasn't so large that he wouldn't ever run into Lysander again. Perhaps then, Félix would have a little more to say to him than a small 'thank you'.