Author’s Note: Hey…read the rewrite…it’s so much better, though I will admit the story is progressing just a little bit slower due to the fact that he actually has to ROMANCE a girl instead of just have them all at once…and he’s happier. He’s not all depressed all the time…which is pretty hot. I make his hair grow longer too.

His piano scares me.

With that he slid into the library with grace and sat himself down at his piano as if putting the final period on a rather long thesis. He sipped his coffee and closed his eyes, tuning himself into her ghostlike presence. He could feel her arms embrace him and he put down his mug to play her—the songs poured from his fingers and they enveloped him in a casing of glass music, sealed by his creativity.

It was early yet for his songs but he couldn’t help it and felt as though he could play forever. He was all alone in his world of music and stayed there until the sun cast a long shadow over Main Street and the day was on the cusp of twilight. He could have stayed there for hours longer had he not been interrupted by one of the girls—something she probably shouldn’t have done.

Damn…haha…go read it…