Discordant notes tumbled around the room as Reynold desperately played the piano. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the blonde hair tickling his neck and the flimsy dress that encased his body. (Oh, what was that melody? he thought to himself.)
I like to play the piano, everytime I see a piano I must sit down and play for a little while, either improvising, or playing a rock song. I was at a museum. An old piano was part of the exhibition. It had a sign “do not touch”. But being me, I just had to play it. Plus, I know I am great at it, so, people are going to enjoy, and no one is going to get mad.