The Graduating Duet

Flaunting a magazine cover model personality, powerfully energized blonde Simon Miller strutted her way through the dorm room hallway. Adjusting the financially strapped pocketbook the independent artiste fist clenched, “Mervin,” the professionally attractive thespian dancer’s voice projected a seasoned tone worthy for the uptown entertainment stage, “what’s the deal?” Requested the visitor.

“Coming,” sounded a message from the one room living area.

“Are you playing my song?” Simon inquired.

“Uh, no,” rendered an honest response, “sorry the piano is blocking the door,” the maturing gentlemen apologized.

“That is okay, I can navigate my way through the single instrument orchestra, stay still,” comforted Simon finding the proper space.

“They need to make these collaboration centers bigger,” Mervin mentioned, “we are in the best big city ego sent trick arts school.”

“According to Political Science Today magazine,” Simon referenced, “anyway about our annual ballad we were supposed to construct,”

“Oh, yeah, that,”

“Mervin our senioritis grades are riding on it,” commented the image driven marquee headliner, “you remember the one we did last year?”

“Bad blood,” Mervin recounted.

“And I wanted to call it, ‘you are so vein’,”

“We both got A’s,” Mervin made clear, giving a thumbs up, acknowledging the dean’s list achievement.

“That is true,” Simon agreed, “but we need to spin another lyrical story.”

“In song,” Mervin tickled the ivories.

Grabbing the futon pillow along with the fountain pen, Simon used the yellow legal pads scribbling words, watching Mervin experiment plucking away, making noise humming rhythmic sentences.

“Out here

Where once I did fear

Saying my dear

Until I swear

We had our campus affair

That no one could tear

Apart

What we pumped into each other’s heart,”

Hearing the mumbling, Simon started to laugh, “Let’s see where do I start?

Performing my part,

With you by my side,

Both enduring our four-year ride,”

Straightening his back Mervin turned the small wooden seating contraption into a royal throne, “where we tried,

Accomplishing things without a lie,”

Pausing for a second Mervin proclaimed, “or an emotional cry.”

“We did our best,” Simon countered

“And have nothing to confess,” Mervin added, “warranting any citizen arrest.”

“You see we two passed our final exam test, prepared for the real world ready to leave the academic nest,” they both in unison unleashed the big climax.

Throughout the academic residency, giggling could be heard, instigating someone to call out, “can you all keep it down? I am trying to study.”

“Well, that was really good, Mervin,” Simon proudly boasted,

“I will reserve studio recording time tomorrow,” Mervin offered, “they have much better acoustics there.”

“We got this,” Simon stated with confidence.

Upon departure Mervin monitored his creative partner go back, searching for the spotlight, “Simon,” Mervin shouted, and the theatrical tease, stopped abruptly, “remember our freshman finale, the selection was,” Mervin continued after halting his dialogue, “Nobody ever did it better, what did you mean by that?”

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Grinning a happy smile, Simon blushed, “Mervin, when two people make beautiful music together,” the talented contributor concluded, “they make beautiful music together.”