In between the shows at PianoFight, the piano man played and played his heart out. One tune after the other, his head turning and nodding to every beat.
"Play it again, Matt," I said, just learning his proper name. How fitting, I thought, he is a Matthew like my PaintedPeopleStory's Matthew Rae. My Edge of Night piano man. My party social crowd had already departed by now. One set, a couple, were off to view their new place just rented on lower Nob HIll's Bush Street. They, two men as a couple, were tired of living with other roommates and wanted to be in their own home. JD would tell an engaging story about finding her apartment that she's been in since 1992 that we will always remember and apply to our own lives. HC had just one cocktail as she stipulated and left shortly after an hour was up just as she said she would to her NOPA apartment shared with 5 other girls. And I, was suddenly left alone with the piano man and Turtle at the bar who bought me a drink, and he expected to stay to late. A good day, I thought, since JD paid for all our drinks and appetizers as well. Thank you, JD. But suddenly, I felt sad and kind of alone and thought of SKA and so wished he was here...
Matt looked over, smiled and struck the keyboards as he bounced and tapped his feet and swayed into the music and I applauded..