The soft, dulcet sound of my piano is relaxing to me. Among the carnival of noise, the music added an aura of peace. Perhaps that's why I chose to perform at a piano bar, rather than a stage. Or maybe that's a result of my social awkwardness. I enjoy the flamboyant (possibly drunk) people I meet, and occasionally indulge in a few drinks myself. Then, there's this story. The one that keeps me coming back. It started like any other. People twirled and laughed on the dance floor, while I sat at my baby grand, a mask of calm on my face. That's when she approached me. Her hair was the color of oxidized brass, and her blue eyes were wide and innocent, almost the shape of an apple. "Will you sing?" She asked, her smile bright and kind. I stared at her, dumbfounded. I awkwardly examined her for any signs of drunkenness. She stood perfectly straight, her eyes were as clear as a sunny sky, and she didn't stink of booze. In fact, she smelled pleasantly of sassafras. "Um... Well... I-I could...," I stuttered. I had never sung during my career. Not even when I sprained my wrist and could barely play. This was a strange request. "Cool! If you want, I could help." Aaaand it got stranger. Snapping out of my juvenile thoughts, I slowly began to play a song I knew. Somebody to Love, by Queen. She began, and I quietly joined. Soon, we were belting out the song to the sound of my piano while people cheered. Ever since that night, she and I have been famous for our duets. And, not to spark a controversy... But I never knew that two females could fall into love with just one song.