Pianos
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Love (lûv), n. The feeling experienced when one is strongly attached or deeply devoted to another by means of emotional bonds, or chemical reactions in the brain. According to the Webster’s Dictionary. According to common sense; it is best avoided at all cost.
It starts simple, someone falls in love with someone else. Another someone finds out and tells their someones. Whatshisface catches on, eventually, and finds out that Whatshername has been stealing glances at him whenever she can and feels strongly attached to the thought of him. Unfortunately, Whatshisface feels deeply devoted to another. The drama builds as The Someones whisper to each other on the sidelines and the lights go dim.
Terrible, isn’t it? That suspenseful music playing always seems to put a damper on things.
What if Whatshisface was named Nicholas and Whatshername was called Morgan?
The Someones can stay ‘Someones’ because in all honestly they aren’t very important to the story, simply catalysts, those dull characters that have no real purpose other than to help move along the dynamic characters. Well, to be politically correct, lets call them Rachel, Beth, and Sam. Sam can either be Samantha or Samuel, if you like, depending on the situation and the type of reader you are.
So, Nicholas approaches Morgan, her heart goes all a-flutter. His words become a blur and before she knows it he walks away with what seems a weight lifted from his shoulders and she is left to ponder his last few sentences.
From here, the story could take one of two turns; either he likes her back, the conflict is
resolved and all is right with the world; emotions are justified. Or he just made an attempt to let her down easy.
Unfortunately, gravity is an unforgiving thing we all seem to be allergic to whether its
physical or figurative. And by the time Nicholas walks out the door, Morgan comes to realize what his words really meant.
If we could peer inside her and see her heart it would look like a fine mahogany piano, well crafted, new with a glossy shine, rhythmic and symmetrical-- falling from a ten story building.
This would be a story that would end quickly or continue on with more plot, more heartbreak, and more dialogue. A story wouldn't be a story without drama. Its hard to say what would happen to Morgan. Depending upon what type of character she is she could end up as one of two things; one, a hopeless romantic chasing after a whatshisface that can never and will never return the favor only to drop her piano-heart from a ten story building again and again, hoping a someone will come and sweep up the broken splinters.
Or two, Morgan moves on because she knew it was inevitable she would be rejected someday. Morgan does not drop her piano-heart (or whichever musical instrument you prefer though pianos are more classical, an anvil might also work too.) because she knows the notion of 'love', or the preconcieved notion most are familiar with, is so superficial and hearts don’t mend like pianos. Especially when dropped off a ten story building.
Why? Because they’re not made of mahogany, each of The Someones on the sidelines have their own story to tell, we don’t normally refer to people as 'someones', 'whatshisface' or 'whatshername'(at least not to their face), and frankly, the sound of a heart is much prettier than a piano.
According to the Webster’s Dictionary, ‘Heart’ has seven different definitions, the seventh and most irrelevant being the name of a suit of playing cards.
The first, an anatomical description. Depending on what type of reader you are,
I’ll let you come up with your own definition.
And then perhaps you can decide whether or not a heart can be broken.
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Wow. Intriguing as hell. Very well-written, and it has a very respectable message. Nice style, too - casual but persistant at the same time.
plus one. Looking forward to more stuff.
I usually dislike most things written about the subject of love... but i kept reading and the complete witty nonchalantness of the narration won me over... good piece, +1
"an anvil might also work too". Department of redundancy department. Constructive, only cause you asked for it. Seriously, I thought this peoce was amazing. You do have a couple of sentences that are a bit awkward and son't quite make sense, you might want to go over it carefully, but the central image, the piano (falling) is just amazing.
I love this. Especially "the sound of a heart is much prettier than a piano" Cant really add anything else so +1
+1 I'm going to come back and read more of your stuff next time I come on because this is really good and also I think your about me-ish section pretty much defines cool