Ah, no, I was just messing about there. Not playing anything. It's been a long time.
*he shrugs and slips his hands into his pockets wondering where all his courage went. He hangs back, almost hiding behind the piano feeling shabby and unpresentable in his old clothing. He strokes an absent finger over one of the keys, pressing it down lightly, but not enough to strike a string.*
It's ah, not really my instrument, this. More of a brass man, myself.
*He peers down at Herman from his vantage point on the stage and smiles at the very pleasant view*
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Ah, no, I was just messing about there. Not playing anything. It's been a long time.
*he shrugs and slips his hands into his pockets wondering where all his courage went. He hangs back, almost hiding behind the piano feeling shabby and unpresentable in his old clothing. He strokes an absent finger over one of the keys, pressing it down lightly, but not enough to strike a string.*
It's ah, not really my instrument, this. More of a brass man, myself.
*He peers down at Herman from his vantage point on the stage and smiles at the very pleasant view*
I see you made it to your friend's flat ok.