Call the Doctor

His voice was so deep it set the glasses to rattle on the table, and when he laughed his eyes were almost swallowed by his jolly cheeks.

But it was when he sat down at the piano that he come really alive.

You’d never think fingers so thick and calloused could move like that, drift with such grace over the keys like he was barely touching them.

Even more surprising was the music itself, magical and thundering and sinuous and hilarious.

You could feel your heart pulling right out of you, your feet set to moving all on their own.

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