Roderich Edelstein was the most amazing piano player that anyone had ever heard, and he knew it. He knew how truly amazing he was at playing the piano, infact he liked to brag about it.
He played the piano so much that his fingers constantly moved in a beat to a song. whether he was setting his fingers on the glass or even on the steering wheel. He loved the way he could gracefully moves his fingers down the piano and hit the right keys everytime.
Roderich stood and bowed like he did after every concert. the crowd clapped in a rhythm that said perfection. He exited off the stage quickly and walked out of the building. He was confronted by two fans.
"hello" they said politely. "May we ask a few questions?" One of them said.
"Ja, i guess that would be ok" He stood and waited for the first question.
"Why do you love playing the piano?" The other one asked.
"Thats easy, because im good at it" He said prompty a light smile began to creep across his face.
"How do you play so well?" The other one asked.
"It's called skill. something a lot of people lack.." He said.
"ok thank you for your time.." They turned in unison and walked away.
Roderich sighed and walked off a different way, he was tired and he wanted to go home. Walking over to his car he wondered when his next concert was. He snorted. 'Couldnt be long with my talents..' He thought before hopping into his car.
Later that night he slipped under his covers and fell right asleep as if everything was fine. It was not.