So much exposure to a musician had me fascinated. Whether it was the way he paused tentatively with his fingers above the piano keys to mindlessly consider the next piece of the song, always hitting the exact chord afterward, or the number of times his expression could change throughout the duration of one guitar riff.
Furthermore, it was the proximity of such ability that had me, to be so close to a mind that could create music in its subconscious. A mind that didn't control. Although it was a love that I'd never seen so close, between him and the instruments, something he said in conversation really took me, after he'd been playing for hours on end; "He'll go through torture just to get attention...just like me. Why do you think I play guitar? I mean, my fingers hurt."
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