Almost Everything

We talked for hours. I learnt so much about her. She was easy to talk to. I'm a private person so I find it hard to talk to people but not her. She was so easy, she understood. She took in every word I said. Analysing it, looking for a deeper meaning. I know this because she wears the same look on her face as I do, when I do it.

She told me about how she just moved here for the job. And once it was done she didn't intend on sticking around afterwards, but reassured me that if she was ever needed she was just a phone call away. She had moved here from New York. She needed a change in life. Something to surprise her. She was originally from London. You could tell by her accent. It was still quintessential British. But had a hint of American in it.

I learnt that she too was an avid Beetles fan like myself. She loved to listen to records she too believed it was proper way to listen to music but she rarely had time to listen to them like this. Her job was her life. It took up all her time. And just like me she rarely slept. She said that sleeping takes up to much time. This made me laugh judging that I often use that excuse. But truth be told I don't sleep because whenever I close my eyes she is there. Her picture imprinted in my mind. The sound of her voice, her laughter. The look of her eyes. It haunted me like a ghost. I shook my head of these thoughts as I zoned back into the conversation.

"So do you play any other instruments, other than the guitar?"

"I play a bit of the piano actually. Me mum made me take lessons as a kid but I'm pretty shit."

She laughed at this. Her hands cradling her coffee mug. Her laughter was so beautiful. It sounded so good. I began to laugh as well. It's been a while since I've laughed.

"Well then let me show you how it's done."

She took a seat at the grand piano in the corner on the studio. Placing her cup on the top. I walked over and leant my front up against it at the opposite end. She pulled her hair back into a messy ponytail. Closing her eyes she placed her fingers on the keys. She took a deep breath. Her fingers began to run up and down the keys. Creating this beautiful sound. It was truly mesmerising watching somebody else loose themselves in the music. I know exactly how it feels. It's the best feeling in the world.

Her long bony fingers began to slow down. Brining the song to an end. She opened her eyes. She looked shocked at first but then I saw a smile creep across her face. I love that music can do that.

"Sorry, I got a bit carried away." Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. She hung her head. She wouldn't look at me.

"No, no, that was amazing."

I began to walk towards her. Standing next to her. She shuffled over on the piano stool. Leaving enough room for me to perch on the edge. I sat down next to here. Pushing down a key with my index finger. The sound filling the room.
Our legs were brushing against each other. I felt her stiffen next to me.

"You're really talented."

I could see from the corner of my eye the edges of her lips turn upwards into a smirk.

"So how long have you been playing?"

"Since I was 6 years old, my mother was avid that I should learn."

She began to fiddle with her hands on her lap.

"Well then your mother is a smart woman."

"Yeah she is. I've got to go. I have a meeting in the morning, I should go get some sleep. And so should you Turner."

She got up grabbing her coat and bag. She left. The door ever so slightly slamming on her way out. And like that she was gone. Leaving me sitting there, not knowing what just happened. The silence creeping back in, surrounding me. Nothing but me.