He was... gorgeous.
Kat held her breath watching Julien play, his head bobbing along to the tune being played by the bassist, a large black man with perfect pitch and rhythm. The drummer laughed as they kept going, accompanied by a saxophonist who knew when to be loud and when to be soft.
She leaned on a nearby pillar, letting the music wash over her. Each musician took his turn in leading the quartet, individual instruments rising over the other in a wonderful, magical, game.
There wasn't any sheet music in front of them, no way for them to know what each other was about to play. But they did, an elaborate musical dance that captivated her, took hold of her heart and didn't want to let go.
It wasn't that she didn't know what she was hearing. She'd heard jazz before. She'd heard the pi
