/lit/ - Literature

>>11428167
The couples dance earnestly on the ballroom floor, and the glass chandeliers illuminate their every step. It's a spectacle to say the least, what with the myriad of reflections that bounce off the gold marble floors. Laughter and excited chatter fill the halls, floating cocktail glasses, occasional cheers, and most of all, the tranquil contentment of the dancer's movements. Oh, how enamored with the other they all seem to be, how they've forgotten themselves in the night.
I watch them from the black seat, pressing soft and lovely keys to keep this soft and lovely night going. Observing the hall from this small corner, I find this world to be one of which I will never be privy to - no, I cannot be the one that dances in the light - I am the one that plays the piano.