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New Years Eve.

Everything was slow at the start. The music, the small hand gestures, the staring eyes and the lips curling into a smile. It was all subtle. Every detail about her was something light and gentle. The fact that she was a brunette piano player with striking blue eyes had nothing to do with the fact that I was able to call her mine. Jenna was never planning on becoming mine but on the night it happened, it was practically an act of god. It was new years eve. Every one of my friends had left me in the hall of this grand hotel. Everything was clean and smooth. I was in a suit. It had a black and grey tie that neatly tucked behind my jacket. I was about to leave before everyone started cheering her name. Everyone was either saying 'Jenna' or 'Jen'. She was wearing a beautiful black dress that was a perfect for her slender figure. She had mild curves at the base of her chest and hips. Her hair was pulled into a delicate bun and from what I could see, she had on a gold necklace. A woman about the same age as her was pushing her over to the slick grand piano that was in the center of the stage. There  was a full band but they had fallen silent and went off into the party. I stepped back into the room and started to walk closer to the stage. She pushed out the deep brown stool, moved her skirt so it was pressed against the backs of her legs and sat down. Her friend pushed her in and the girl, Jenna, put her hands up. Everyone in the room fell silent and a few individuals took out their phones. There was a photographer who began to film every one of her movements. She didn't have a single sheet of music in front of her but that didn't seem to stop her. She closed her eyes and began to move her hands swiftly around the keys. Her arms moved along as her shoulders rocked slowly back and forth. She was playing a song that was delicate and light, slow and calming. A few couples started to slow dance to her music and I leaned against the wall. I was expecting something to happen where her tempo would change to something more upbeat but it never did. She stayed at the same calm and gently rhythm. The girl who had pushed her onto the stage and got her into the chair took the microphone off of the piano and began to softly sing. Almost as if I was put into a dream, I saw Jenna's lips curl up at the corners and into a smile. Her eyes opened up as if she had just woken up, her right hand slowly moved over all the way to the side of the piano and she played ten last notes before she carefully got up from her seat. People all around began to clam and she put her hand in the air politely denying their applause.

Everything about this girl seemed to be delicate and gentle. She was one of a kind. I needed to introduce myself before she left. I needed to. I began to walk to the stage as she began to walk off of it. Her wound up brown hair would mix in with any other girls. I needed to run to her but I stopped as she walked to one of the small tables and grabbed her purse. She said goodbye to another one of her friends and she began to walk to the door. People practically made a walk way for her, the men bowed their heads and the women greeted her with smiles. She set her eyes to the ground and I did the same with mine until I saw her reach the door. I began to calmly walk out after her and she started heading over to a large set of windows. She sat at the small bench that was under all of them. She looked up at the sky as if she were expecting something to drop out of it. I walked to her only to get cut off by another man.

"I hope he has a good enough excuse to leave you here all alone." The man said, Jenna nearly jumped out of her skin. She shook her head before she cleared her throat, people in the crowded room began counting down from ten. I shook my head before I leaned against the column that was a foot or so away from the wall.

"There is no he," Jenna said, her voice was as rich as honey and as smooth as silk. I looked over at her almost as if she were talking to me. "I'm sorry but could you leave me be?" She spoke to the man who was trying to get a kiss. He nodded slowly before he shoved his hands into his pockets, rolled onto his heels and turned on a dime to go over to the next girl who just so happened to be passing by and going into the ball room. I began to walk forward but Jenna set her head against the wall and looked back up at the top of the window. I shook my hands out at my sides and straightened out my sleeves, she was a firework and I was probably going to get the full force of the explosion, boom, gone.

"If I were to get you all the stars in the sky, you would look at me as if I were an insane man." I said and she tilted her head over to me making sure it wasn't the same man as before. I gave her a grin and gestured to the window. "Because you my dear, are the moon. You would only expect the sun."

"And if you were the sun, I would tell you to try and catch me those stars." She whispered to me through her cherry red lips.