Encounters

My heart beat faster when I came face to face with Johann for the first time. He smiled at me with the familiar eyes of a friend, unaware of the winding paths of my feelings. In his presence, I felt the uncertainty in my chest build up to a crescendo.

The melody of my life was no longer clear and simple. It became a complicated arrangement of emotions intertwined between the notes of my bassoon.

The rehearsals were over and the hall still echoed with the last waves of sound from our music. Sitting in front of me on the oboe was Karla, my current playmate in this complex slice of life. She was just 21 years old, half my age. Her youth shone like a fresh melody, while I was lost in the more mature tones of experience.

The invisible tension between us was palpable, as if we had woven the harmonies and dissonances of our feelings into the notes of the orchestra. While the other musicians left the stage, I remained seated and felt Karla's gaze resting on me. A look that said more than the words we had never whispered to each other before.

We had a secret place, a cellar, which became the scene of our secret encounters. We would meet there after rehearsals, far away from the prying eyes of the orchestra. A place where our forbidden melodies could sound freely.

The thought of meeting in this hidden room made my heart pound wildly in my chest. Each beat was like a drumbeat of anticipation that vibrated through my whole body. It wasn't just the passion for music that connected us, but also these secret chords of longing that lay in the air between us like electric charges.

My anticipation was like a burning fire spreading inside me. My thoughts were filled with images of what was to come and my body was flooded with a rising excitement that heightened my senses and made my skin tingle.

I could feel the scent of passion and anticipation in the air, a mixture of sweet temptation and intense desire. My lips felt dry as I began to play the famous chords of longing that acted like a magnetic pull between us.

With one last glance back at the empty stage, I left the hall and made my way to our secret meeting place. The cellar was our sanctuary. Here the music of our feelings could resound unhindered.