88 Keys and A Buisness Deal Between My Fingers and I

by ABake   Nov 10, 2008


My fingers are moving quickly over 88 keys; my heart is racing as this beautiful melody fills the empty silence of this room I am in. Is it enough? Is this sound enough to win his heart, or at the least his attention... I won't bother putting a question mark after that- We all know it would be pointless...

Without his acknowledgment, I watch his graceful way of walking across the classroom. What a beautiful way he moves... My fingers move just as gracefully across 76 inches of black and white as the image of his beautiful smile finds a way to permanently embed itself into my mind...

I pause for a moment and replay his singsong voice over and over again- My fingers go back to work moving at a faster pace than before; they are determined. Determined they are, just like me, they want him. I want him as my own, they want his fingers to intertwine with them...

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