For a long moment Micah thought Flint really had given in. Well damn. that sucks. He grunted and shrugged it off. If it wasn't meant to be, it wasn't meant to. The party would still go off without a hitch, he was sure. They had worked hard on it. It'd be fine without someone playing the piano. The piano would have been nice though. He turned to lead Flint out when the man spoke. At his words Micah smiled. Success.
"All you'd need to do is sit at the piano and play what you've been playing here. If you're worried about.. uh.. attention," And Micah wouldn't at all be surprised if that was the case. Flint definitely seemed shy. "don't. When I heard you play I just thought it'd be a nice addition. Just having you play would be great. Don't need anything fancy."