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Do you know, I've been going to piano bar for three years now- but last night was the first time I've been forcibly made to listen to a song.
It began simply: I was sitting at a table with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
roadnotes, fimbrethil, and fangorn; an enjoyable, but not extraordinary, evening. Suddenly, roadnotes got that gleam in her eye; she began writing on a napkin, shielding her words from my eyes. The napkin is passed to Robbie, the piano player; questions from me are met with her best "How could you possibly ever think I was up to something...?" look. Suddenly, the song Robbie's playing ends; my wrists are grabbed, and I'm held in my seat, as he begins to play...
...no; I still can't talk about it.
It began simply: I was sitting at a table with
roadnotes, fimbrethil, and fangorn; an enjoyable, but not extraordinary, evening. Suddenly, roadnotes got that gleam in her eye; she began writing on a napkin, shielding her words from my eyes. The napkin is passed to Robbie, the piano player; questions from me are met with her best "How could you possibly ever think I was up to something...?" look. Suddenly, the song Robbie's playing ends; my wrists are grabbed, and I'm held in my seat, as he begins to play......no; I still can't talk about it.
