Thursday, December 17, 2009
Chapter 2 - First Decisions
-The piano was sitting in the center of the room. There was a couch and a table against the far wall. Most importantly, it was quiet down here.
“I wanted to play something for you.” Looking down at her, I suddenly felt a little nervous.
She smiled at me and squeezed my hand encouragingly. “I would love that.”-
--“I wrote this for my mom.” He began playing again, his fingers flying over the keys, forehead wrinkling in concentration.--
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