It was 4 pm when I arrived at the theater. Two hours early. The rehearsals are scheduled to start at six.
I just wanted to be here early to practice on my own. So I wouldn't fumble during rehearsal with the orchestra. I need to be perfect to prove I deserve to be called the principal violinist.
I heard a beautiful melody from a piano as I walk into the theater.
I wonder where the music is coming from. There is no one on the theater stage.
I look around till I found a door in a corner.
The music is coming from this door.
I churned the doorknob. And to
my surprise it wasn't lock.
I slowly opened the door to behold the most gorgeous man alive, my William. He is the one playing the Piano.
I got stuck where I stood as my eyes took him in.
His perfect Sandy hair looks more gorgeous than I remembered. His defined, well-built muscles curve visibly through the Henley sweater he is wearing.
