A long time ago, in a place far away from here, a nice (looking) boy asked me out. I said yes and thus began a relationship that has lasted and will last into the eternities. One particular night out, we walked up to one of the buildings on campus and found an empty room with a piano and started playing.The piano, that is. Ahem.
He asked me if I knew how to play Heart and Soul and I said I did all the while thinking to myself, I'm sooo going to impress him! So, he started the lower part while I did my very best version of the melody a couple octaves higher. By the end of the song, he was impressed and I was feeling very proud of my performance. We then switched places. As I began playing, I noticed that he was serious about his part. And as we continued to play, he totally blew me out of the water. He was good. Real good. He made my not-so-humble rendition sound not so impressive. (As it turns out, he's just really good at improvising.) It wasn't long after our little piano recital that he kissed me for the first time.
Heart and Soul, baby.
It has been almost 11 years since that night. We still like to play that song together, usually with him on the melody. Except, now, our daughter can play it too.
Good times, my friends.
Good times.
