by the book

I think that’d be a nice touch to every room, honestly. Bit of music wouldn’t hurt the hotel— D’ya play? 

If there's a piano, I do play but...yeah, there isn't so...I guess the answer is no right now. It would be a nice touch though, I agree.

Do you play?

I do... mean, I did...I mean...well, if there's a piano around, I can play and I did learn how to but...there's no piano so technically I...don't play. Right now, anyway.

The imagination does wonders to that.

But I...I...don't know it. It's not that big of a deal, I think. Playing, I mean. So I'll...I'll just try not to worry about it.

Definitely. At the end of the day, I make enough money to take care of my sister and I get to climb back into my vortex of a bed. That’s all I could ever ask for. I feel like I’m talking about myself too much. I didn’t even ask you what your name was. Who are you, stranger?

Really? What do you do? Who's your sister? I'm glad you can have something like that, that's good. Oh, I don't mind, this is all very interesting. My name is Abel, miss.

Maybe it’s old. Where’d you get it? Just— don’t eat any more of it. You might get sick or something.

I got it from the Starbucks, actually. I--okay.

Could always get a keyboard.

It...it's not the same, you know?

Yeah. Every day, it’s something different but equally tiring.

Ah, that sucks. That you're tired, I mean. Is it rewarding at least?

It wouldn’t be so bad if I had company, though. Or no obligations I had to deal with.

Do you have a lot of that to deal with? Obligations, I mean.

Breakfast in bed would turn into lunch in bed which would turn into dinner in bed which would turn into forever in bed.

Oh...okay. Yeah, that makes sense.

God, you’re adorable. Maybe you’ll see it someday, there’s always hope. And I get out of it because I have very strong willpower and food in the pantry that I can’t eat if I’m in bed.

I--...uh, thank you. That's true, there's always hope at least so many one day. Really? Can't you do like...breakfast in bed or something?

If I stumble across a piano in this place, I’ll come and find you. Anyway, I’ve never been good on any musical instrument, so you’re already a lot better than I am.

You will? Thanks! I'm sure that's not true, I'm sure you're good at something you just haven't found that something yet. In fact, I know that's exactly the case.

I’d offer you to see it but it’d make me sound like a pervert but it really is comfortable. Too comfortable. It’s a vortex, it’s impossible to get out of it.

I don't think it would make you sound like a pervert, but...I understand what you're trying to say and that's okay, I'll be okay without every experiencing it. A vortex? Wow. How do you get out of it?

What kind of muffin?

I..don't know. Just...this one.

Usually people who say they’re not that good at anything, are actually incredibly good. So, tell the truth — just how good are you?

I'm not like...Chopin, or anything like that. How good? Well...I...I don't know. I mean, it depends on your definition of the word, right? If...if there's piano around somewhere, I can play for you, if you want.

Yeah, the absolutely gigantic ones. Well, it’s not the bed that’s so big, it’s just a king-sized mattress, but the bedframe is one of those huge four poster canopy things that came in one piece and it was just really fuckin’ big.

Oh wow, I've never seen an actual bed like that in real life before, it must be really comfy too, huh? Or so I'd imagine.

You some sort of musical virtuoso?

Oh, no, no, I'm not that good...I just like playing the piano.

I’m pretty sure there’s an industrial size elevator here for things like that. That’s how I got my giant bed up into my room. If you think you’re good, then you’re good. You’re your own worst critic or something.

Is there? The really, really, big ones? Well, that's good...maybe I'll try to save up for a nice one! How big is your bed? Oh...well, yeah I guess that's true.