"Turn on the player." Mark commands and Jackson obeys calmly.
A soft but somehow powerful music fills the room, and Jackson opens his eyes wide in shock.
"You do contemporary dance?"
"No. I play the piano. I don't dance." Mark replies a little aggressively, then softening his expression. "I just think this will help you that's all."
"Then if you play the piano," Jackson starts as he turns the music off. "Why don't you play a song for me?
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Access: Denied (Markson AU)
NouvellesIn which Jackson only wants to enter the damn practice room, goddammit. But Mark always gets there first.
