“You’re a man of many talents, I see,” I told him.
A bright flash of a smile. “Oh, compared to a lot of people in this town, I’m a hack. But I do like to play when I have a chance. It relaxes me.”
I could see that. Other than choir in high school, I’d never done much with my voice, but I still liked to sing along with the radio as I was cleaning the house or watering the plants. “Music is definitely a good diversion.”
“Do you play?” he asked, hands still moving over the keyboard.
“No,” I said. “I took guitar in junior high and did choir in high school, but I never learned to play the piano.”
He looked pleased, pausing mid-chord. “Oh, so you sing?”
“I didn’t say that,” I responded at once, realizing my misstep. “I said I was in choir.”
“Well, you have to sing in choir, don’t you?”
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