The Pianist and the Passerby

Nothing but key after key, note after note, song after song. It's all the pianist has ever known-the love of pressing down on the keys to create the music he loves so dearly. His button-up shirt was unbuttoned to the fourth one down, and his hair was tousled on his head. Drunk or not, he decided, he would play, since it is all he loved and all he knew to do.

A pianist, in love with the rain, and a dancer, who can't help but to fall in love with the pianist's song, pushing each other's limits and pulling themselves closer to each other, all at once.