Song: Piano Man
Artist: Billy Joel
Characters: Warrick Brown/Catherine Willows
Sing us a song, you're the piano man, sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody, and you've got us feelin' alright.
Of The Heart
Even when she's crying she still manages to look absolutely beautiful. Her tears fall in perfect harmony onto the sleek black wood she's perched on, pursing her lips in an attempt to keep her sobs at bay. Your fingers move quickly, gracefully, and the result creates a sound so beautiful you feel like crying too. She's looking at you, her blonde hair falling into her face and you stop and reach out a hand, tucking them behind her ear. When she frowns you wonder if you've done something wrong, but when you ask her she shakes her head no.
"You stopped playing," she says with such disappointment in her hoarse voice you can't help but crack a smile before letting your fingers rest on the keys and begin to play a lullaby your grandmother would sing to you as a child.
You hum along, the sound nothing more than a low rumble that comes from your chest, much like the purr of a cat. You easily become lost in the notes, occasionally singing a few lines in your husky voice, almost forgetting the reason your both sitting here with tears in your eyes and heavy hearts. When the song comes to an end, a sad drawn out sigh escapes your lips and you look up to meet her crystal blue orbs.
"I can teach you how to play… If you want." You sound nervous. You're never nervous. But when she takes you in with her crying eyes and her candy colored lips spread out in a gorgeous smile, you can't help it. She nods her head a tiny bit, arching her back as she stands to stretch her tired muscles.
She sits beside you on the felt bench, resting her hands atop the keys and waiting for your instructions. Carefully you reach around her, the soft fabric of her tshirt brushing against your arm. You rest your hands on top of hers, guiding them across the keys as you softly whisper words of encouragement.
Her brow is furrowed and her eyes narrow in deep concentration and after a few moments you let go of her hands and smile as you watch her. She laughs and the sound of 'Twinkle, Twinkle" rings through your tiny apartment, her face lighting up with a joy you've been waiting too long to see again.
When she finishes she lays her hands in her lap and looks at you, tear tracks clearly present on her ivory cheeks. You smile and she smiles back, resting her head on your shoulder and glancing up at you with a questioning look in her eyes.
"Play me something else?"