 Jo of El! ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
“Watch me play a masterpiece, Serge!’’
Johnny halted in his mad dash for the Ballroom’s piano. “Rather, LISTEN to me play.” Because what was the sense in watching someone hit the keys only? He flopped himself unceremoniously down on the piano bench but he didn’t mind; he was generally that goofy, and Serge didn’t seem to mind that about him. “Okay, here goes! Be warned, your ears are in for a treat.”
Jon cracked his knuckles, allowed his fingers to linger over the keys as he wiggled them as though he were performing some sort of pre-piano concert ritual. He straightened his back at the same time his fingers dropped to the keys.
Instead of a melodious tune filling the air, random notes did.
Johnny may have forgotten to mention that he was rubbish at playing any instrument. |