Week Three/Casey
Who: Casey and Audrey When: Thursday, late afternoon/Week Three Where: Wandering Keys What: Casey is shopping for a piano for her new apartment Warnings & Ratings: PG
The cool blue convertible slid easily into the only spot left on the crowded street. The car that had been behind it honked angrily and the driver flipped the bird as he drove past.
“Ya, ya, same to you,” Casey muttered as she killed the engine, “I still got the spot.”
Casey opened her door and stepped out on the street, closing and locking the door behind her. She gave Zephyr a pat before walking towards the shops. Zephyr was her baby, bought with the profits of her races. It was nice having a sponsor to cover her racing expenses so that her winnings stayed hers. Not to mention, her new manager had a friend at a Maserati dealership to get her an out of this world deal.
Zephyr certainly stood out. His motor purred like a mountain lion and a 2007 Maserati GanSport MC Victory certainly stood out among the BMWs. It was a good thing Casey didn’t mind standing out. She ran a hand through her short hair before sticking her hands in the pockets of her tan slacks. Oblivious to the stares at her and her car, Casey walked past some classy clothing stores before she reached her destination.
Casey pushed open the door to Wandering Keys as a tiny bell announced her entrance to the local keyboard store. A gorgeous Steinway & Sons grand sat behind an elegant corded off section on display in the front window. Three upright pianos lined one wall and several electronics keyboards were mounted on the far wall, by the stands of music books and sheet music. There was also a small selection of CDs but Casey’s eyes were all for the grand in the window.
“May I help you sir?”
Casey looked up sharply to find a cheerful salesgirl standing by her. Sir? was the first thought in Casey’s mind. It was still something she was getting used to in California, rather than in Jersey where everyone knew everyone, hence everyone knew she was a woman. She didn’t really mind though and it would probably only embarrass the salesgirl if she corrected her now. Casey’s face relaxed into an easy smile.
“You could actually,” Casey said. “Could I try the Steinway grand?”
“Of course,” the salesgirl said, unhooking the cord so that Casey could step in.
Casey shrugged off her jacket and laid it on the piano bench. She unbuttoned the cuffs of her sleeves and rolled them up to her elbows. It wasn’t really necessary, but it made her more comfortable. Seating herself, Casey laid her fingers on the keys. A calm smile passed over her face as she played a simple cord and heard it resonate in the otherwise quiet store. Her fingers then easily played over the keys as the sounds of Moon River floated through the room.