Saturday, September 29, 2012

A Love Meant To Be

A wonderful story that's definitely worth a read. (Thx AM)

From the NYT...
When students lined up for the National Honor Society induction ceremony, I noticed this mysterious accompanist hunched over the piano like Schroeder from “Peanuts,” curly hair in his face and oversize sweater hanging off his skinny frame as his arms ran up and down the keys. As the principal babbled on stage, I recognized the song he was playing. It wasn’t classical; it was by the Cure. 
He was my first love, though you would never have known it. I used to sit in our high school auditorium and watch him play the piano at the base of the stage.

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