The Piano Player

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Shane, I like you. Could you like me, too?

-The Piano Player

Okay. Enough is enough.

This has got to stop. Sure, it was flattering the first time he got the note. It was cute enough that it sort of made him feel not as pissed off; it was just a few words and they were straight to the point. And… as girly and gay as that sounds… it made him feel like he was that guy – you know, the one that girls fell for. He wasn’t just this nerd that would probably not get the girl. Now he had a chance, the first in his life, and he felt glad that somewhere, a probably beautiful girl had the hots for him.

But whoever this Piano Player person was, she sure was persistent. There’s always a note like that in his locker; it’s a miracle that no one had found the lined paper notes. And as flattered as he was – flattered and hopeful – it was starting to get annoying. He wasn’t being fair to her, yeah, but he’s had enough of boring notes that don’t seem to know what else to say.

Got it, Piano Player? Enough.