patrick.
Patrick could tell that Blaine was completely genuine, and it was so refreshing. Although the majority enjoyed the performance, it was common that most of the people that he encountered in this grand city definitely didn’t give an impression like this. He blushed at the stranger’s comment and slightly turned to face him. “I’m still fairly new to New York, and I’ve never seen anything like this. I think any notion that uses music for people’s benefit is fantastic.” And clearly Blaine’s feeling on the matter was mutual. “Denver is an entirely different world.”
Patrick grabbed his backpack and tossed it on his back. He was quite taken by Blaine’s charm and wanted to learn more about him, but he didn’t want to seem to forward or overbearing. “You truly play beautifully. How long have you been catching the ear of total strangers with your songs?” He smiled, leaning forward a bit to hear his voice despite the noise of the busy train station.
More compliments? Blaine ducked his head down and rubbed the back of it, aiming that sheepish grin of his towards the piano bench he had yet to stand up from. The casual closeness didn’t seem to bother him. His personal bubble could be rather small in comparison to most people’s in this city. “Thanks. Um–,” his lips formed a thoughtful pout, “As often as I can? So for years–I guess? I agree with you about music helping people. The way I look at it? If I can make one person who is having a bad time’s day brighter? Then I’m doing my job. Plus. If there’s a piano around–and this one’s been here for months–I, usually, can’t help myself.”
With a sigh and a grunt–both palms pressed against the polished black he was perched on and he stood up giving a languid stretch to work out the kinks in his back and legs that settled in after playing for the better part of the afternoon. “Denver, huh? What are you doing here in New York City? Transplant or visiting to see what all the fuss is about? I’m warning you? If it’s the second? You should believe the hype,” he blindly grabbed the strap of a brown, leather satchel sitting at the end of his side of their seat, “This city’s amazing. You’re bound to fall in love and it doesn’t apologize if you do.” Most times? Besides his circle of friends who were busy with their own lives? New York City was all he had to rely on for company? It took him a while to get used to it but now that he had? Their love affair was just enough to get him through. Most nights.
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