<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">Freddie watched the man walk to the piano, his fingers moving along the keys as the sound filled the room. It was indeed perfectly tuned, why would it not if this were the after world. He got to his feet and walked back to the piano as he circled the baby grand a moment. He stepped over to the lid lifting it a moment just to put the large wooden bar up letting the strings breath a moment. “She sounds better when you really open her up. Lets hope the other guest do not mind.”  <br/>
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Freddie kept walking around the piano as he disappeared out of eye sight of the other only to reappear finally in his eyes sight on the other side. Only once he came into the man's view he looked different, younger. As if time in the afterlife brought him to his most favorite form of all, his younger years. Looking to the bench he nodded a moment. “Do you play?” He must play if he asked him to play right? Sitting his ass to the bench on the free side his stash was gone, his hair was longer and his body was leaner. “I think I could get used to the afterlife. Now that I have a piano.” The man teased.<br/>
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What would he play? There were so many options, would the other even know what he was playing? Was his music known that much through out the Universes? Would he simply try to keep up and figure it out? “I need a small warm up, forgive me if I over reach.” Lacing his fingers together and giving them a slight stretch cracking a few knuckles while he did he put his fingers on the keys just to warm up the hands playing anything from a few simple scales to a few minor cords before he decided in his mind what he truly wanted to play.  <br/>
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“Forgive me if you don't know it, I am not sure what you know and what you don't know. Unless our gifted in all types. I do love the sounds of a piano, it's the only instrument I really know. I know very little guitar but not enough to play anything well, well bad.” He laughed but got serious now. “I wrote this in 70's, I looked like this.” He said placing his hand to his chest. “I am really just a poet to be honest. A poet that puts words to music.” The man started playing 'Don't stop me now', it was a simple little piano melody that was just so soft and pleasing to the ears. It reminded him of his younger years, when life wasn't so crazy with tours and records, life was go go go. They were just starting out, barely getting their feet wet in the music business. He played it one octave higher leaving the lower half for the other, if was knowledgeable in it to step in. Was he? </span>