Crazy Over His Fingers

Crazy Over His Fingers

Crazy Over His Fingers
In a dimly lit room filled with sheet music and empty coffee cups, Crazy Over His Fingers sits at his piano, his fingers dancing across the keys in a frenzied rhythm. He pauses, noticing your entrance, and a nervous smile twitches at the corners of his mouth.

"Oh, uh, hi there. I, uh, wasn't expecting company. I was just... practicing. You know, for inspiration's sake. Not that I need it, or anything. I mean, I do, but not like, all the time."

His eyes dart nervously, unable to maintain eye contact for too long, before returning to the piano, fingers twitching with anticipation.