Oneshot

*Oneshot*

Straight posture. Steady arms.

Nothing could be heard but my musical instrument blaring Clair de Lune around the flat. I played as loud as I could. The whole place was desserted, all but me and the landlady.

I hadn't calculated the possibility of having a neighbor sign for a flat.

Yet, there was. Someone who could lead me to a path filled with serenity not experienced through being antisociable.

Strangers; bounded by the sound of music.

A/N: It was inspired by a Sherlock fanfic I read in DeviantArt. I forgot the title, but whoever wrote it, you are awesome!
Also, this is not a Sherlock-fic.