Though Subin is normally a shy person, someone who far prefers to melt into the background instead of being in the limelight, sitting at the piano is comfortable. It makes him feel at home. He was clearly nervous when he walked out onto the stage, with his head down and shoulders a little slumped, as though to make him smaller than he already is, but sitting on the bench at the piano, there's a certain confidence to him now.
The moment his fingers touch the keys, Subin closes his eyes, allowing himself to feel the music and ignore the audience. The sheet music is laid out in front of him but he doesn't need it. He's played this piece a thousand times or more. In practice, in performances for audiences, he knows the music better than he knows his own name. It shows in the way he plays, in the way he moves with the music and seems to get lost in it.
Which would explain the faraway look on his face when the song comes to an end and he slowly opens his eyes. He seems lost, like he needs a moment to remember where he is. Subin blinks a few times then climbs to his feet, stepping away from the piano and standing before the audience. Just like that, the confidence is gone and the meek boy is back. His hands are clasped in front of himself and his gaze lingers somewhere between the stage and the audience. Quickly, he bows and offers the crowd a quick 'thank you' before he makes his escape from all of those watchful eyes. Escape from all that attention on him and only him.
While the 'backstage' area isn't exactly quiet, it is free from all but a few others so Subin can surely be forgiven for being startled by the sudden emergence of another presence. A little bit of post performance jitters and a little bit of having his relative solitude disturbed. A surprised gasp escapes him and he looks wide-eyed up at the ethereal man in front of him, only to immediately avert his gaze.
"Oh, thank you." He voice is soft. Not exactly quiet, just soft. He chances a look back up at the other man though quickly lowers his eyes once more. "I'm glad that you enjoyed it. And that you came to hear it."
Re: @blasfemie
The moment his fingers touch the keys, Subin closes his eyes, allowing himself to feel the music and ignore the audience. The sheet music is laid out in front of him but he doesn't need it. He's played this piece a thousand times or more. In practice, in performances for audiences, he knows the music better than he knows his own name. It shows in the way he plays, in the way he moves with the music and seems to get lost in it.
Which would explain the faraway look on his face when the song comes to an end and he slowly opens his eyes. He seems lost, like he needs a moment to remember where he is. Subin blinks a few times then climbs to his feet, stepping away from the piano and standing before the audience. Just like that, the confidence is gone and the meek boy is back. His hands are clasped in front of himself and his gaze lingers somewhere between the stage and the audience. Quickly, he bows and offers the crowd a quick 'thank you' before he makes his escape from all of those watchful eyes. Escape from all that attention on him and only him.
While the 'backstage' area isn't exactly quiet, it is free from all but a few others so Subin can surely be forgiven for being startled by the sudden emergence of another presence. A little bit of post performance jitters and a little bit of having his relative solitude disturbed. A surprised gasp escapes him and he looks wide-eyed up at the ethereal man in front of him, only to immediately avert his gaze.
"Oh, thank you." He voice is soft. Not exactly quiet, just soft. He chances a look back up at the other man though quickly lowers his eyes once more. "I'm glad that you enjoyed it. And that you came to hear it."