The polished keys gleamed under the soft lights of the classical music hall. My fingers moved over them, careful and deliberate, filling the space with sound that seemed to hang in the air. The audience was silent, each note stretching across the room before fading.
The polished keys gleamed under the soft lights of the classical music hall. My fingers moved over them, careful and deliberate, filling the space with sound that seemed to hang in the air. The audience was silent, each note stretching across the room before fading.
COLDWATER CREEK
MEDIUM
NO RIPS, TEARS OR STAINS
RAYON, POLYESTER
