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didn’t press them. No sound. No music. She just
touched. She was intrigued.
    Slader’s heart raced.
    He felt himself heat up. It was the
kind of feeling that reminded him he truly was alive. She looked at him and
stood tall. Nervous. Using her right hand, she tucked that loose hair behind
her ear. Her left hand still touched the keys on the piano yet she still didn’t
play a note.
    “You came,” Slader said. “Do you
still need a story?”
    “Yes,” Jessica whispered. “But I
wanted to see you again.”
    “Are you going to flee from me? Run
like a scared child worried about a creeping shadow on their wall?”
    “You’re not a shadow, Slader,”
Jessica said. “You’re real.”
    Slader smiled. “Yes, I guess I am.”
    Jessica used her left hand, taking
her fingers off the piano keys, and reached back. She produced a small tape
recorder and placed it on top of the piano. She pressed a red button to start
recording.
    Slader felt his lip snarl.
    “I want to talk about Ashes in
Vain,” Jessica said. “I want to talk about the music. How you write it. Where
it comes from.”
    Slader stared at Jessica. Her
beauty was intoxicating. He felt like he could smell it. Something beyond the
gentle aroma of her hair and the moisture on her skin. She was so nervous...
Slader wanted to lap it up with his needy tongue.
    Instead of answering with his
voice, Slader pointed to his head and then to his heart.
    “Are you recording any new music
now?” Jessica asked.
    Slader smiled and nodded. He
stepped towards Jessica. She tried to step back and hit the stool in front of
the piano. The legs scratched at the floor and Jessica jumped.
    “Such nerves,” Slader whispered.
    He reached for Jessica and at the
last second, he skipped her. He grabbed the recorder and left it running. He
stared at it.
    “You want this to capture my
voice,” Slader said. “My story. Because you can’t understand it. Nobody can.
The pen can’t. The printed word can’t. But my voice can. That’s why the fans
come. That’s why they buy. They listen. They live through it.”
    Slader pressed the stop button and
dropped the recorder.
    Jessica looked down at the
recorder. Slader smiled at the sight of her face. He then lifted his right foot
and with his black boot, he came down and shattered the recorder to pieces.
Another hard step ruined the tape. One kick sent pieces scattering.
    By the time Jessica looked back up at
Slader, she was shaking.
    “You’ll never forget a thing,”
Slader said. “You won’t need my recorded words. You won’t need your fast
written notes, Jessica. You came back... you’re ready for me...”
    Slader moved at her again. She was
still so nervous. He gently touched Jessica and positioned her at the piano,
facing it. Taking her hands, he placed them to the keys.
    “Spread your fingers,” he
whispered. “And relax.”
    Slader began to press on Jessica’s
fingers. A few seconds ago the piano stood as a wooden shell... ebony, ivory,
wires... but now it played music. Music created by Jessica through Slader’s
touch.
    He was suddenly hard.
    Rock hard.
    He throbbed in his pants, gently
touching Jessica with himself.
    Jessica let out a shaky breath as
Slader continued to use her fingers to play the piano.
    Then all at once, he stopped.
    He stepped back and said, “Tell me
why you’re here. Tell me the words.”
    “You wanted me to come back,”
Jessica said.
    “But you didn’t come back last
night. You came tonight. Why?”
    “Because...”
    The hesitation was like a curse. A
vice to the true emotions in the room.
    “Say it,” Slader demanded. “Say it
now.”
    “Because I want to experience a
night with you.”
    “A night?” Slader asked.
    “A night,” Jessica whispered.
    “Then you can share your story with
the world.”
    “Only the show,” Jessica said. “The
rest is for me.”
    Slader touched Jessica’s soft hair,
smelling her as her hair fell from his fingers. “The rest is for me... yes,