This was different but it was worth a shot.
"Hey Derrick, I'm really sorry and I thought I'd play you your favorite song on the piano."
I sit the phone down on the music rack.
My fingers linger over the keys, trembling.
Come on Aubrey, Do it for Derrick.
I play Dance of The Hours by Amilcare Ponchielli, my fingers fly across the keys.
I end the message.
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Waiting For A Call Back
Короткі історії"I'm sorry." Tears threaten to spill out of my eyes. Why won't he believe me? "Please call me back. Please..."