Enter Melodrama

When the Muse was on holiday, she befriended melodrama, it seems. Oh dearie, dearie me…

Her eyebrows lifted, a horribly familiar movement.

His stomach heaved. How should he concentrate on this inane conversation when everything about this situation was wrong? Wrong

… like a song out of tune …

Cold sweat formed on his brow as his mind’s eye conjured up a picture of her sitting at the piano. He could almost hear the music as her slender fingers danced over the keys, beckoning him, enticing him.

Hmmm.

Not goodz. Must try this again.