♬ the pianoman's twenty-sixth song ♬

[lawyerlarry]

[Larry should be working tonight. He has been ever since returning to himself. He worked earlier today, but tonight he's just hanging out. Hanging out in the music room, at the piano. With things on his mind as always. It's late, but not extremely late. He was playing a few songs just for himself, but now he cracks the journal open and without

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[hard_talker]

[once it's over, he'll applaud, quietly. just because he's one of those Teens With Their Loud Music doesn't mean he can't appreciate the classics]

[lawyerlarry]

[a small smile]

Thank you.

/dictated

[hard_talker]

Hey, any time. That was nice.

/dictated forever

[lawyerlarry]

You must have good taste in music.

[a pause]

You sound familiar. Have we spoken before?

[hard_talker]

I like to think I do, yeah. ... And no, we haven't. Maybe I've just got one of those voices.

[lawyerlarry]

Maybe so. I guess with all the voices constantly going here some are bound to stick in your memory some way or another.

[hard_talker]

There you go, problem solved. Seriously, don't sweat it. It'll probably come to you hours from now. Like ... at ten o'clock or something.

[lawyerlarry]

[...strange way to put it, but..okay.]

You're probably right.

I'm Larry, by the way. For the future.

[hard_talker]

And I'm Harry. [no, really, it'll hit you at about 10 PM Monday who you were talking to. see? XD]

[lawyerlarry]

Pleasure.

[oh, it prooobably will. Or did.]