Sofia’s POV
I stared at the images playing on the television in the sitting room and felt my cheeks start to heat up as the girl showing in the huge screen on the wall danced in really provocative way against a man who was standing behind her. The song playing on the television sounded like a pop genre but I couldn’t be so sure because I haven’t been able to listen to a lot of music throughout my life.
The girl still showing on the screen– who was a redhead, bent downwards and placed her hands which were in a black, transparent gloves, against her bare knees before she started moving vigorously against the man who had a strong grip on her waist.
My cheeks were on fire and my stomach was tightening up as I watched the girl move against the man standing behind her, pressing her crotch against his in such a tight way, I started to wonder if she wasn’t hurting him with how hard her butt was moving against him.
I glanced down at my fingers on my tights and wiggled the fingers around a little, my cheeks still feeling like they were on fire. We don’t have this back at home, what could show on the television was supervised by father and set to a particular age. These kinds of songs and music videos could never appear on our television back at home due to the settings already on it.
But here I was, free to watch whatever I wanted to watch, whenever I felt like. It made me start to slowly question myself– if I really liked this life revolving around me doing all what I wanted to do, whenever I wanted to have it done, without having someone to tell me what to do and not to do, without someone taking the reins and stopping me from over thinking a particular thing…
I cut off my trail of thoughts and shook my head from side to side, my heart pounding really hard against my chest as I started to ask myself why in the world was I thinking about that, which I just thought about, moments ago.
I curled my legs beneath myself on one part of the couch I was currently sitting in as I tried to focus on the television and what was currently showing on the screen once again. The music video that was showing before ended and a new one started to play. It was a man sitting beside a piano in a garden, singing slowly and playing his instrument along.
I picked up the remote control from the spot on the couch and increased the volume of the television and heard his voice increase and fill the sitting room which was currently empty, except for my presence in it.
The song he was singing sounded so much like a song you’d find in a fairytale and the fact that a few birds came out of nowhere and started flying around the man who was playing his piano in an open garden, giving it such a magical aura. I signed softly and massaged my eyes with my fingers for a few seconds, only to blink my eyes open and see a girl in a huge white dress, sitting on the edge of the man’s piano and singing along with him.
The dress wasn’t shaped like a wedding dress, but it was sparking white and coupled with the fact that the man was dressed in a black suit, it made my heart - which was completely soft for fairytales and the happily ever after a that only novels could produce— melt almost immediately and I couldn’t hold in the smile that bloomed on my face as I watched the man and woman stare into each other’s eyes as they both sang a particular line of the song, their voices blending beautifully – hers a feathery light voice and his, a deep one filled with a thick base.
I wasn’t a music genius and have in my been able to listen to a few music, but I knew what sounded nice to the ears, and what doesn’t — and this? Sounded really nice, without the fact that the music video was so perfectly portrayed and acted out.
The song ended and I moved in my seat, absentmindedly brushing my hair out of my lips and I watched as another one came on. This one was a lot of guys jumping around themselves and throwing up different signs with their fingers in a room while the one standing in the middle rapped in the music video. It looked like a genre I was sure I wasn’t going to be into, which made me change the channel of the television, promising myself that I was going to come back to it after a few minutes. I landed on another channel that was showing a competition that was centered on voices.
Settling more comfortably in my seat, I lowered the volume of the television and prepared myself to watch the competition unfold.
The time on the wall above the television on the wall showed that the time was a little bit after seven p.m in the evening and I rested my good arm on the arm rest on the couch as I started to get engrossed in the competition, my mind still loosely hanging on the fact that I was planning on going back to the channel showing music videos.
After staying behind for a few minutes more and realizing the fact that the competition had already gone a long way before I had gotten to it, which made it really hard to grasp and understand, I changed the channel and headed back to the channel showing music videos.
A video was showing a bunch of boys singing in a language that wasn’t English. I didn’t mind the fact that it wasn’t in English because the song was still sounding so good. The name ‘BTS’ showed up at the end of the video as the boy band’s name and I promised myself I was going to look them up tonight before going to bed.
I yawned slowly and squinted my eyes when it started to feel a bit clammy for a few seconds. Another music video came up that looked and sounded so much like that genre which I was sure I wasn’t going to be into, but feeling little to no strength to start to change the music channel, I lowered the volume of the sound coming out of the television and stretched out my feet on the soft couch. It felt really smooth and soothing against each foot and I wiggled my toes into the soft airy feeling of the hairs on the couch.
I allowed my eyes to slide close as a small sigh escaped my parted lips as I moved a little on the couch, getting completely on my back and wiggling my toes into the couch even more.
My heart felt heavy but I was determined to not dwell on that fact tonight, which was why I had decided to come down into the sitting room and watch the television in order to distract myself a little, hopefully.
And distracted me, it did. Which I was thankful for.
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