To the outside world, Protagonize is merely a writing website. But on the inside, it is a complex of constant creativity, seeping from consistantly creative writers. But when you lump a bunch of creative people together, there's invariably odd interactions between them.
Paul staggered down the hall, rubbing his eyes. It was about eight-thirty in the morning on a Saturday, early by his standards. He'd tried falling back asleep, to no avail. So here he was, up at an "inhuman" hour of the morning, half-grumbling. But something stopped him in his tracks, caused him to perk up his half-asleep ears.
Was... was that piano music? Yes, coming from the foyer. He meandered, following the sound of the music. Who'd be playing this early in the morning? he wondered.
The hall opened up into the foyer, lit up by the morning sun. The blue and green mosaic on the marble floor would've normally sparkled in the light, had there not been a massive, nine-foot piano over it. A redhead sat before it, her fingers flying over the ivories. He stood for a while, listening.
"G'morning Gwen," he greeted. Gwen turned.
"Morning to you too."
"Erm... not meaning to sound rude, but... what are you doing here?"
"I'm practicing, silly. What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Yes, but why here? Why not in your room?"
Gwen shrugged. "I dunno. Acoustics are really good out here. I needed a change of scenery, really." She considered her concert Steinway in the middle of the foyer. "I think I should maybe move this, shouldn't I?"
Paul nodded. "That might help. Here, you need a hand?"
"I've got two, thank you. I don't think I need another"
"I mean do you need help moving the piano back?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Well, I wasn't sure if you wanted and/or needed it."
"Alright then, let's get this thing moving."
As they slowly rolled the Steinway down the hall, Paul wondered aloud, "I wonder how odd it looks, two people rolling a piano down the hall."
Gwen smirked. "Real life has been known to be stranger than fiction, and I think everyone here's seen some pretty strange fiction to begin with."
Paul nodded. "This is true, this is true."