12-08-2016, 10:22 PM
The pianist shuffled her papers across the stand. Dane found the use of paper sheet music amusing given the day and age, but anything else would have been odd. The grand piano was at least 100 years old as far as he guessed. The bench was an antique. The glow of a display screen would have been wrong. There was something sensory to the act of turning the page between notes that otherwise would have been lost.
The woman that played tonight was unfamiliar. Dane recalled another brunette played the night he had drinks with that American reporter, Nicholas something. They played a duet, he and the pianist. She gave him a phone number later, but he never called her.
This woman noticed that she already had an audience, and Dane smiled charmingly, lifting his glass in toast to her. "Can you play Debussy's Clair de Lune?"
She bowed her head and shuffled the papers. Soon she pulled out a crisp booklet and showed him the title printed in the front. It was as he requested, and Dane's brows, pleased.
The woman that played tonight was unfamiliar. Dane recalled another brunette played the night he had drinks with that American reporter, Nicholas something. They played a duet, he and the pianist. She gave him a phone number later, but he never called her.
This woman noticed that she already had an audience, and Dane smiled charmingly, lifting his glass in toast to her. "Can you play Debussy's Clair de Lune?"
She bowed her head and shuffled the papers. Soon she pulled out a crisp booklet and showed him the title printed in the front. It was as he requested, and Dane's brows, pleased.