"What?" Anthony fumbled the notes. He had been so focused on the music that he hadn't realized there was an audience. Heat gathered under Anthony's collar.
"Yes, Dance of the Kelpie. Not my favorite of McGooken's pieces, but it was here." Anthony stopped himself before he could ramble. He may have been 'caught,' but he was hardly doing anything inappropriate. "I'm sorry. Did you need to use the piano?"