“No, no, don’t apologize, like I said you were good,” Lowell supplied, stance relaxed as he held onto his guitar case. “Well, for it not being your thing, you’ve got a talent for it. How long have you been playing? Ah– no I was never one for the piano,” he gestured to his case, “Guitar is more up my alley, so I guess was just here to listen. I’m Lowell,” he introduced himself, extending his hand to shake.
“Thanks. That’s very kind of you,” he could feel a warmth settle into his cheeks at the compliment and two seconds later his head bowed forward hiding most of a broad, flattered smile he couldn’t hold back. The reflection of it inside the piano betrayed his attempt but catching Lowell’s gesture towards his guitar case from the corners of his eyes drew his attention back. Thankfully blush and cheeky smile free–more or less? “I’m Blaine,” he took the offered hand and gave it a gentle shake before waving at the empty spot on the bench. “And you know what? I insist you join me for a song or two. It’s quiet tonight. I don’t see why you shouldn’t. It’ll be fun.” To make his case more solid–Blaine tossed in some lifted brows and a sing-song tone to his voice trying to get past his initial awkwardness. “Two songs and then you can go back to being a spectator if you want. Deal?”
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