Highs & Lows

He played the last few notes, then turned to face her, his face a mix of hope and fear. She tried to think it through.

The song, objectively, was horrible. It barely had a melody and there were seemingly random and pointless key changes, up then back down and then down again before a stupidly high crescendo.

As a music lover, she knew it was her duty to tell him to never play that tune again.

But since the words were such a passionate love note, directed at her, she knew she’d never hear a finer piece in her life.