Again and Again, he calls it. “I composed it just this morning.” Again and again, he stabs at only four keys with a single finger.
I cringe at each flat note, wince at every extended pause in the sporadic melody as he tries to memorize which key he last struck.
Patrons turn from paintings, cover their ears. I share their torment but remember Gramma’s words. It’s your duty as a woman.
Melt in his sex appeal, even if he’s as homely as they come. Praise his musical genius, no matter how tone deaf.
“Play on,” I purr in his ear.
word count: 100
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