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12/29/2015 2:07:58 PM
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[i]Seeing just a moment of sadness, he turns back to the piano and starts to play ,something that feels like summer evenings and long summer nights. something to take them away from the memories, and this place just for a little while.[/i]
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"Where did you learn to play?"
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[i] He quietens down again, and a small half smile crosses his face. [/i] " When we were very young Echo and I were living rough, there was a church hostel we stayed sometimes , there was an old blind guy who used play the organ and piano, mainly gospel but he started me off, and I kept practicing when I could."
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"So you're mostly self-taught"
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" I suppose ,he gave me the basics,and I was lucky I could play by ear,can't read music to save myself though."
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"Too confusing for me."
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" I think its something you can either grasp or not, I'm sure you have plenty of skills that i wouldn't have a hope of being able to getting"
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"Can you turn into a wolf cub?"
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[i] He grins[/i] " Not a chance,"
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"Then I'm pretty sure we can each do different things."
