<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Freddie was impressed by her playing, but it was like he may of heard her playing before. He wasn't sure but he was. Maybe? Things were not as they seemed but they were. The hotel in a whole was so strange but yet he remembered it somewhat. Listening to her playing he didn't touch the piano but he spoke when she was done. "Why would you need a lesson." Freddie said and paused a moment. Why did he say that? Lesson? Who said anything about a lesson? No one did, did they? Yes she did didn't she? Wait? She had. "You asked me for a lesson? You did, we have spoken before." He rose from the piano bench as he walked away from it looking to the bar a moment and seeing a few things in the back of his mind as a memory but not fully there. The others were sitting, listening. Then there was singing, then the angry room. The elevator? Yes the broken elevator, the piano. It was there. He looked to the piano, yes he tried to steal it. The sisters, the other guys, the bar was empty now. <br/>
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Yes because everyone moved on, like they always do. "You sister and you, you are always stuck here. From now till forever. You are dead, like everyone else that comes through here." He put his hand on his chest. "Like me." It didn't bother him, not this time. It was something after all this time he learned to deal with. Looking over to her he gave his head a little shake. "Enough confusing shit. Play... enough of that and stuff we can't remember. Play, play for fun even if no one is listening right? You are listening. Let the world listen or not listen." He laughed as he tickled the keys before letting her go again. "We do it for fun and nothing else." <br/>
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