Date: 2007-06-29 07:26 am (UTC)
"I might." Before he lifts the sax to his mouth, he spares her a grin. The piece he picks is a pretty lovely Charlie Parker song called Just Friends; it's fitting in so many ways.

Again, he can't resist letting his eyes close as he plays. The only other time he's ever played lying down was when he was all alone: there's a little bit of self-consciousness that goes along with doing this with an audience. Especially since the audience is Faye, not that it ought to make a difference.

But about halfway into the song he loosens up, resting the heel of one foot on the bent-back toes of the other, and just lets the music flow.

Open your eyes, a little voice tells him, and look for butterflies. He does, but only for a few fleeting seconds: the lure of the music and the eyes-shut old habit takes over and before he knows it, the song's finished, its last note dying away into the room's closed air. He peers out through barely-open lids, but there's not a butterfly in sight.

Unless, of course, Faye counts as one. After all, fairies have wings too.
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