Wiping the thin layer of dust off the key cover of the old grand piano placed in the corner of the formal sitting room. After his father passed, his mother insisted o moving it into house. He learned how to play it before he left for boot camp but hasn't really touched it since then.
He pushed back the dusty cover and pressed a single key. Furrowing his brow as he tried to remember one of the Christmas songs his father taught him. Curling his knuckles in and popping the joints, he pressed down the keys of what he thought was the right chord. The version of the song he was playing wasn't unrecognizable, but also slightly off.
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