<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">slowly his mind was rebooting and he didn't realize it. Slowly he would remember the hotel, he would remember the people, not yet. He still hadn't remembered he was dead yet. Was he hear for a show? He must be right? Then where the fuck was the boys? Why would they travel without him? Why did he come alone? This made no sense at all, at least there was a piano. <br/>
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Freddie was still confused, but with how beautiful the piano was he was so drawn to it that he couldn't help but want to play it. Slowly he walked over to the keys, his slender fingers brushed over the ivories. "Do you play?" He said as he slowly sat down blinking his brown eyes and nodding his head. "You do play... You do.... you play." The young man said almost positive she did. "Yes." Sliding down to make room for her he ran tickled the keys a little just playing thing that came to mind, it was more like working his fingers out then anything else. "Play for fun, not for money. Money is nice but at the end of the day it's always for fun darling." The man said as he kept playing a little then stopped. "You play now... go on now. Show me what you have." He rested his fingers on his leather plants and tossed some of his black hair off his shoulders and waited for her to show him her skills. "It's not about talent, it's about fun." <br/>
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