The Moment
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I slowly turned around. She looked at me then quickly looked over to the piano. She touched the shinny black surface for the piano. Then she open the case and looked down at the keys. She looked at them for a moment then she sits down. Slowly she presses two keys. The she presses three keys. Next thing I knew she was playing the song. The song I just played. I watched her from behind as she got every single key on point and the rhythm.
I slowly let go on the door nob and I walked toward her in amazed. I was behind her when she stopped. She turned around towards me. She pushed her dirty blonde hair off she shoulders. We stared at each other for a moment. I was curious to know who she was.
"What is your name?" I asked her.
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