The afterthought of what had happened in the course of the day brought a smile to my face. It couldn't have been any more perfect than what had just occurred. A romantic evening with the prettiest girl I had ever met…

It was the first day of enrollment at Julliard Music School. The lobby was jammed packed with prospective musicians, all of whom had passed the vigorous auditions that said that they were the best at what they did. I walked down the stairs of the lobby to the main enrollment area. I had no need to enroll since I was a sophomore but I wanted to see whom the new school year brought with it.

A few girls did catch my eye. One named Angela, a freshman, showed some promising characteristics. Another, her name was Julee, also caught my eye, and I made a mental note to get to know each of them a little bit better.

Walking to class, I began to think about what I would do after I had gotten out of Julliard. I was a voice major who had a promising future on Broadway and I enjoyed music to the utmost degree. Just as I was about to think of something else, I saw a face out of the corner of my eye. But it went so fast I couldn't see much and only caught a glimpse of her. It was a girl of course, but somewhere I had seen the face before. I couldn't quite place it. I walked down the hall after her, only to catch her swishing hair as it turned the corner.

So instead of stalking some girl that I thought I knew, I went to class two minutes early. First class of the day was a little piano and then music theory. We went through our warm ups and scales, and then, because we were voice majors, worked on our individual pieces in the practice rooms. As I was gathering my sheet music to begin practice, I heard a familiar sound coming from the room next to me. I paused to listen. The sweet sounds of Debussy could barely be heard through the almost soundproof walls. "I know that song," I said softly to myself. "That's Clair de Lune."

I curiously walked out of my small cubic room and into the one next door. My hand touched the cold handle and I opened the door slowly. A curious figure sat before me. Her hands fluttered across the keys and her body moved to the rhythm of the music. My mind raced to place a face with a name. I moved closer to her as she lifted her hands gracefully from the keyboard as the song ended. I thought to myself there's no way it could be her. But it really was. It was Emily from my childhood. She's changed quite a bit I said quietly. I struggled to find words.

"Hello Emily. Sounds as great as ever."

"I didn't hear you come in… and I'm actually surprised to see you here. I thought you never practiced."

"I don't… I came over to see who was playing that beautiful flowing melody." 

"I guess that would be me… it has been a while since we've seen each other hasn't it." 

"It's been a long time. So how about I take you out to lunch after class?" 

"Sure. I'd love to." 

"Meet you outside by the steps."

And so I walked out, my heart barely able to suppress the beating of my heart from echoing in the hallways. She'd changed a lot since the last time I saw her. We grew up together but she had moved away freshman year of high school. She was never a beauty queen, but when I saw her in the practice room, she just stunned me. Her eyes, her hair, her body, everything about her were perfect. And the fact that she could play piano better than anyone I knew was an added plus. Her music above everything else made her beautiful. But it doesn't hurt to look good.

Lunch came around and we went to a little café down the street. We chatted about what we did in high school and what we planned to do after we got out of Julliard. I kept up the conversation best I could, but I kept thinking about her in a way I had never thought about before. I had loved her as a friend before, but this time the love was different. So we made plans for the night, I'd take her out to see and a nice movie and maybe a nice dinner somewhere.

That night, we saw Phantom of the Opera for the fortieth time and we had dinner in Chinatown. Not exactly our ideas of a great date but it was the most we could do. Suddenly something struck me.

"How would you like to take the night time ferry around Manhattan?" 

"Why I'd be delighted to! What a thoughtful idea."

The ferry was almost empty except for a few people below deck. We decided to take advantage of the full moon and clear night so we went to the top deck. The air was thin and it was getting colder and we started to get closer to each other. I could feel her body heat, we were so close, but there was still something there that we couldn't cross. The stars twinkled in the sky and the wake of the ship bounced gently up and down. The city skyline made a great backdrop to the grand movie called life that was unfolding before us. I took her hand and slowly caressed it. Her skin was soft but cold from the wind. I warmed her up a bit and a small smile crept onto her face. I began to whisper in her ear…

"I have to tell you something." 

" And what would that be?" she said while grinning.

Words couldn't describe what I felt so I did what I felt was right for that moment. Our lips touched and in that one magical moment, I could hear music playing gently somewhere.

"It couldn't have been any more perfect than what had just occurred..."

" I moved closer to her as she lifted her hands gracefully from the keyboard..."

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