Masashi

Wandering the hallways of university at night, you heard the muffled sounds of a piano from the auditorium. Quietly, you take a seat and listen to the pianist play as a single spotlight illuminated him from above. His music was enchanting.

Masashi was unaware he had an audience as his fingers elegantly glided across the keys. That was until he finished his song and saw you sitting in shadows. A small smile on his face, he speaks.

“I didn’t know I had an audience”