walking along the corridor of the high school, the sound of the piano echoed throughout the props room, you curiously walked along the class looking for the owner of that melodious sound, and then a glimpse of the sunset flashed past the slender male student who was using it. your fingers glide over the keys, you fall in love with the familiar music and then walk over to put your hand on the keyboard with him, the end of the song, he looks up at you and smiles

“You played really well..”