The Musician

The Musician

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He was a musician, bound to his dear instruments by heart and blood. Nothing more, nothing less. He planned to keep playing the piano for the rest of his natural life. He was supposed to enjoy his life with the company of his instruments. California was supposed to be this 'fresh start', a break from his family problems. But when he was just starting to actually feel comfortable, he suddenly gets sucked into some kind of illegal 'association' wherein money, guns, and even more guns are involved. Having a gun being pointed his head almost most of the time, being at the lethal side of the knife when meeting people, and meeting notorious paper-face bosses to make 'exchanges' wasn't really his preferred cup of hot chocolate. What's a mere Musician to do? Pianos and Revolvers just don't mix in his musically refined perspective.
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Life never was going to be easy, I knew that. But even I couldn't anticipate teaming up with my ex-boyfriends mysterious wife, or the darkness she unintentionally walks us into. All bets are off when one of the Kings of the underworld requests an audience, and no fool, even a jester would deny him. Unless you want him off with your head. **** It's the simplest things that he makes seem so grand. The way he sits, blinks, hell even the way he picks up his glass of vodka. His tattooed hands wrapped around the glass, finding the right amount of grip so as to not break it. Glancing at him only one time I know he is the definition of beautiful chaos, perfection. One breath, two- "And that's your problem now." His deep voice whispers in my ear, the goosebumps that ripple my skin let me know this is very much real. "You don't realize that the promise of a man like me, is forever and binding."

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