Waiting For A Call Back

Message Eight

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.