Canal De Zicayoo

You ran out of the door at work, excited to get off of work early. You headed towards the dance hall that your friend ran, knowing that she would let you use the piano there today because theywouldn’t be busy. You rushed, ignoring how tired you were, towards the studio, knocking into a few people on the way.
You sat down on the piano bench with a sigh. You barely got the chance to play anymorebecause you worked so much. But playing piano was your outlet; it was your way to let out your emotions. When you were sad, you let out a sad and mournful melody. When you were mad the melody was darkand foreboding. As you looked at the ivory and ebony keys, your heart started beating. You needed this. You had so many bottled up emotions that you needed to let out.
You started playing. It was anup and down tune that played out all of your emotions well. Even, methodical, and beautiful. You consumed yourself in it. Every note, every key that your steady fingers touched, everything felt soright. And then you hear it. The voice. The beautiful voice.
You stopped playing, startled, and looked up. There he was. The man that you see in the area every once in a while. You’ve been meeting eyeswith him for a while but neither of you have ever said anything to each other. He was gorgeous. His hair was perfectly tousled, as it was every time you saw him. He was wearing a slightly baggy pair ofgrey dress pants and a white shirt.
‘Ahh…mianhe…I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just coming to pick something up that I left here earlier after the photo shoot when I heard you playing. That wasso beautiful I felt the need to sing along with you.’ You felt yourself blush at his words, and your palms started to get sweaty.
He sauntered over and sat down on the bench beside you. ‘Can you playsome more? I’d like to hear more of it.’
You nodded at him. You didn’t mind playing more, as it was the only thing that took away all of your feelings, including nervousness. You played every...