Graceful Tragedy

She dances to the music. Her body moves slow and graceful to the sweet sounds of the piano. She’s twirling, twirling. Spinning, spinning. A smile is on her face and she’s laughing loudly.

His fingers are sliding with ease over each ivory key, playing each note easily. He moves his eyes away from the page for just one second to look at her and he misses a note.

She misses a beat and trips over her own two feet. Trying to regain balance as he tries to regain his rhythm. He’s frantically hitting the keys, faster, faster. Making her legs move faster, she can barely keep up.

He misses another note and she misses another step. They work as team and when one fails so does the other. She concentrates hard on keeping the beat as the audience gasps when she trips over the chair that’s on stage.

His fingers can’t seem to find the right keys and his playing off beat now while she tries to find a new beat. A beat of her own. She can’t seem to find it, though. He plays harder, faster and so she dances, harder, faster.

He stops playing completely. Silence fills the room as she falls.

Graceful Tragedy.