Chapter 115: Krispin

I'd been to the lounge before and knew the Bosendorfer Imperial waited for me. My fingers couldn't have Lydia's sub, so they craved the next best thing: making music on a beautiful instrument.

I was thankful there were few people in the lounge. The Bosendorfer called for Sinatra, as it so often did. My fingers ran across the keys and then I moved the seat to a more comfortable position. The music took over and my voice crooned the classic song using my voice to its best advantage. I lived for music. My personal ensemble consisted of the greatest sounds from every decade; from classical to rap, my gift was memorizing every chord and each word. I went from the baby Abigail induced "Ain't She Sweet" to "Everybody Loves Somebody." The faint applause at the end surprised me. I'd lost myself in the music again and my lips quirked. A waiter stood to the side and I looked at him inquisitively.

"Sir, there's a lady in the corner and I think you made her cry."

Well damn. My eyes went to the c