I laughed again, walking away from the piano to open the windows in search of fresh air.

"I wasn't lucky enough to hear her play though." He said, eyes never leaving me. "So I was thinking I would come here more often to try and catch her in the act." He said.

"Yet wouldn't the poor ghost not want to play here anymore if you came here all the time." I said as I looked at him with a small smile.

To be honest I was enjoying this little conversation quite a lot.

"I'm sure she won't mind my company." He said as he stood up and walked over to the piano, opening it to reveal freshly cleaned keys. He brushed his fingers against them gently and sat on the leather seat. "Doesn't it always feel good to play in front of an audience?"

For some reason, I took the comment really personally.

After all, I always made a fool out of myself to make people laugh and make a good mood.

Then again, I was a dork in front of my friends, but I wasn't sure I could be a stand up comedian and joke around with complete strangers that I wouldn't be seeing again.

"Dosen't playing in front of an audience only feel good when you are confident in what you are doing?" I asked.

He hummed from his seat on the piano, never turning to look at me.

"Or you're just forced to."

Somehow that sounded really personal to him.

"Well if you are forced to do something then don't you automatically hate it? And wouldn't doing it in front of a audience make you nervous and scared?" I asked.

His hands suddenly left the piano.

"Maybe the piano is the only thing you can really relate too because, though it was forced onto you, you just didn't want to let go of the things you do have." He continued.

I tried not to comment on the fact he had suddenly mentioned the piano.

But before I could he stood up and walked over to me whilst I stayed seated cross legged on the couch.

"Like if you were locked into a room with someone," he said, his eyes deeply into mine. "wouldn't you end up taking a liking to them because you don't have anyone else to talk to?"

His sentence hung in the air of the now quite music room.

I thought for a moment.

"Maybe that's just because you would end up knowing the person so much you couldn't possibly hate them." I said.

He looked at me before tilting his head to look at the window behind me, slightly scrunching his eyes bored and his lips in a very faint pout.

He looked back at me and chuckled.

"That's very interesting."

***

Your words surprised me.