Portrait
I still remember meeting Gary at Sampler last year."The" skinny Asian guy, the Sampler girls would call him. This is because the first thing that strikes you when your eyes rest upon him is his thinness - being six feet one but weighing only 54 kilogram, he somewhat resembles a walking wooden coat hanger in a dress shirt.If one tries to reach him in his room and he is not picking up, one can almost be positive that he is be in the music building, in the quiet, well-lit and spotless Round Room. People have
Sometimes he would stop in the middle of a piece abruptly, close his eyes and lean aggressively forward to the music sheet as silence reigns the room, with the faint, perpetual hum of the air condition stubbornly grumbling in the background. If one's eyes were quick enough to catch up with the movement of his bony fingers as they fly across the keypads playing Concerto Number 7, one would notice that his fingertips showed signs of frequent practices - they have been polished by the keypads to an extend that they shine. His bright, intense eyes would gleam with passion raging behind his big round glasses as he totally indulge in the music, his slender body swaying back and forth a little. Gary remembers playing the piano ever since he was born, and as if there is magic, the moment he sits down in front of the piano, the usual Asian math genius would transform himself like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon and play as if Bach has just been resurrected from the dead. It is soothing to watch him play one of his favorite Chopin piano pieces, to watch his fingers dance across the black and white keypads so delicately, or perhaps to just see him sitting in front of the marble black grand piano, scrutinizing the music piece through his deep, spectacled eyes. always made fun of Gary about how he literally lives in there as the room always seem to have a thin aroma of Gary's favorite deodorant.
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