Bruno and Mia are in love.
They danced until three in the morning when the lights came on, the stools were turned upside down, and the music stopped.
“I gave it up,” Bruno says. “I sold all of my instruments.”
“Do you miss it?” someone asks.
“I miss it, yeah. But I travel, I see new places, I meet people, I go to work.”
Someone nods, smiles.
Bruno lifts his hands into the space in front of him and smoothes out the air, as if settling a wrinkled sheet.
“Things are good,” he says.
And then: “I’ve never been happier.”
They danced until three in the morning when the lights came on, the stools were turned upside down, and the music stopped.
“I gave it up,” Bruno says. “I sold all of my instruments.”
“Do you miss it?” someone asks.
“I miss it, yeah. But I travel, I see new places, I meet people, I go to work.”
Someone nods, smiles.
Bruno lifts his hands into the space in front of him and smoothes out the air, as if settling a wrinkled sheet.
“Things are good,” he says.
And then: “I’ve never been happier.”
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