Hidden - Chapter 2
Evan also knew that he had to get out more. The guys he sometimes hung out with were always on him to do more than just play the piano. When he first met them, they all thought it was cool that he played piano in a fancy hotel restaurant. ‘Must be a great place to pick up chicks!’ Evan got quiet and nodded nonchalantly. He did have to dress in suit and tie. He tried to keep his hair out of his eyes. When he got into the music, spicing up the old classics that most people wanted, his hair took on a mind of his own. Sure some women came to his piano while he played. None of them his type. Most of them too brassy and bold. And much older than him. On his break, he would look at the couples sitting at corner tables, leaning into each other’s space. Holding hands while their food got cold. Evan would get a catch in his throat and wander out of the dining room. Ethan would be here soon with a pizza, so he stood at the door waiting.
“The quiet sense of something lost.”
~ Tennyson
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