Here I Am Again. - Analyin Roselyn (best books to read in life .txt) 📗

my things to go to my next block. I put the book back on the shelf where it belong and left the library.

No one was in the hallways as I was walking down, trying to figure out my schedule when I heard something.

Something beautiful..

Piano Music being played.

I looked around for the place that it was coming from and it led me to a room. A big open room with walls made of windows and nothing else but a big black piano in the middle of the floor.

I walked around it and saw a guy, just about my age, playing it.

His eyes were closed as his fingers moved gracefully across the piano keys, all in tune and beautiful. I recognized the song right away.

It was a song called Maybe by a piano player name Yiruma.

I stood there as I listened to him play, falling deep into a trance. I don't know how long I have been standing there before I realized he stopped playing.

I looked up and he was smiling, looking at me.

“May I help you madam?.”

Oh. My. Sweet. Jesus.
He is british.

His accent just as good as his looks. His dark brown hair all ruffled on his head and his hazel green eyes contrasting with his pale skin.

He cleared his throat.

“Hello?”

I jumped, being pulled from my fantasies.

“Oh. I am sorry. I just got lost looking for my class….and then I heard your music.”

He smiled and stood up. He was tall and slim muscular. He grabbed his backpack off of the floor.

“Well my apologies. I didnt mean for that to happen.”

I watched as he started to leave the piano room. He opened the door and looked back.

“Well….we might as well find your class shall we?”

He gestured out the door. I nodded and started walking towards him.

“Yeah…...of course.”

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