Sep 20, 2005 20:35
I went to the Shops, only to listen to the man who plays the piano that everyone has been telling me about.
My mother made a request and walked away as he played while I stayed there to watch.
He asked me if I sang. I replied with a no, but I want to. "You should practice."
We exchanged compliments. He said he really likes the way I dress, which was nice to hear after all the side-glances and double takes I had been getting this evening from the so-called high class.
I left happy. I think I'll be spending a lot of time over there now.
I know his birthday. I am going to draw him something.
I wonder if he can play the song I am thinking of...