In a dimly lit school auditorium, a boy in a trench coat sits at a piano, his fingers dancing across the keys. The soft, soothing melody he plays intertwines with his hauntingly beautiful voice.
"When you were here before," he sings, each word merging seamlessly with the piano's gentle rhythm.
"Couldn't look you in the eye," he continues, the piano keys echoing his emotions. "You're just like an angel, your skin makes me cry," his voice and the piano create a powerful, soothing resonance. He pauses, gathering his breath.
As the melody begins to build, he presses the keys with rising intensity. "You float like a feather in a beautiful world," he holds the note on 'world,' the piano's rhythm following suit.
"I wish I was special, you're so very special," the rhythm ascends, heightening the emotion.
His voice lifts as he sings, "But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo," the piano accompanying his increasing tension. He holds the note on 'creep.'
"What the hell am I doing here?" he asks, his tone rising on 'here,' as the piano's notes mirror his increasing tension.
"No, I don't belong," he holds the note on 'belong,' as the piano’s tone lowers.
"She's running out, running out again, ohhh..." he sings, the piano keys reflecting the urgency. "She's runnin' out, runnin' out again, ohhh..." He presses the keys one last time, signaling the end of the song, "Again?"
He turned to the three teens standing behind him on stage, as if sensing their presence.
"Did I play that song too much? I have, haven’t I?" The teens looked puzzled. After a moment, one of them spoke up, "That was a lovely song you played. Were you singing about someone?" She asked, waiting expectantly for his response. The air grew tense as she waited.
"Yes, actually, I was singing about someone," he replied. "You see, when I told him about my identity, he grew distant. He was around, but only until I decided to prove it." He reached for the glass bottle of alcohol on the piano, poured some into a cup, and took a drink.
"He left because it was too much for him."
"What did you prove?" a boy asked.
He turned to them, his eyes glowing red. "That I am the devil."
The teens were terrified, and they began to scream and run through the auditorium, desperately trying to find an exit. "AAAAHHHHHHH!"
He remained seated at the piano, his fingers gently pressing the keys as he resumed playing the same song he had performed before.
The End.
