@eleanorbrandon
His fingers were plunking the last few chords of the piano sonata on the cold, ivory keys, shaking slightly due to nerves and the cold. This was the first time he’d had a piece commissioned out by someone so prestigious, and he wanted to make sure it was perfect. She would be here any second now to hear it. Upon finishing the run-through, Thomas’s eyes scanned the page to make sure he didn’t spot any glaring errors, though there was definitely no turning back now.
Upon seeing a figure enter the piano room, his head shot up, followed by the rest of his body, banging his knee on the piano as he did so but intent on not letting it show. “Lady Eleanor,” he said as he bowed to her. “What a pleasure it is to see you.” He stood upright, and hastened to find a chair for her to sit in, mentally scolding himself for not thinking of it sooner. He sat the chair next to the piano, saying “Please, have a seat” as he did so. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears, and took deep breaths in an attempt to calm his nerves. “You’ll have to forgive me, madam. I am a little nervous to play for you. I can only hope you will find the piece satisfactory.”
