His hands graced the piano keys with a odd and beautiful mixture of that of a child, excitedly playing something for the first time for their mother, and a man, knowing the mystic wooing powers of music. And how could she resist? Though, he did not know that she had already been entranced in his spell for years.
Just as it looked that his fingers might dance into another dimension, another man came on to the scene. He had an evil gleam in his eye and a plan with the girl in mind. He came up behind the pianist and said something like,
“Hey man, that sounds great, but if you want to make it really awesome you should switch keys right here, it would really bring out those last few stanzas.”
…He preceded pick apart the rest of the piece, in an obvious attempt to woo the girl himself. With his longer shaggy hair and intoxicating eyes, perhaps he would have had better luck had he kept his loud mouth shut. But our leading lady would never say such a thing, for fear she’d hurt this new boy; she made a packed years ago to never hurt another boy again, if she could help it. So she indulged the loud-mouthed boy, but the piano man, not knowing of her packed, grew restless and his mind raced through scenes of memories like a train through a dusty old town.
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