My Song

I turned to look at what had stopped Tyler’s argument mid-sentence and saw a baby grand piano in the corner.

Just then our waitress returned with our drinks. “Here you are.”

“Uhm, excuse me.” Tyler asked. “Are customers aloud to use the piano?”

“Why certainly, Sir!” She exclaimed, obviously delighted that he wanted to play. “Let me just turn down the overhead music and you’ll be all set. Play as much as you like.”

With that, she turned on her heel and hurried away from us. Tyler stood up and took my hand. Together we walked over to the piano. He sat down and motioned for me to sit next to him.

“I wrote you something, Rose. I hope you like it.” He said, as his fingers brushed along a couple keys. The overhead music had already died away and so he launched into my song.

I was very conscious of all the eyes starring at us and listening, but Tyler didn’t seem to notice anyone at all. When he finished the entire room clapped and I blushed.

“Thank you. It was beautiful.” I whispered.

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