Problems
Lithe fingers danced across a pianoforte, singing and repeating the entire chorus of Jingle Bells before switching completely to mister Mozart's Moonlight Sonata. Every key hit would produce a tone higher or lower, causing the musician to cringe as he tried to produce music. A small grin quirked playfully upon the young man's face who was sitting upon a couch across from the musical instrument and its master.
"I dun' know why they decided ta keep that thing." remarked the young man named Sorano. "It be obvious tha thing is 'yond re-pair an' in no time it might not 'ble ta play at all."
Vamoose, the young man who was quite annoyed at his partner's remark, shot him a calm sideways glance. "I . . . know . . . " he replied. "But . . . I . . . want . . . play . . . for . . . so . . . long . . . "
Sorano shook his head. Ah, those broken sentences seemed so distant as he suddenly remembered the days of his youth. The days when those broken segments of speech were well formed sentences and words such as 'sacrosanct', 'truculent', and 'deleterious' were nothing but common. Those days were but lost in the past now, iotas of salt dissolved into the giant melting pot called Life. Even so, Sorano became immersed into those wonderful memories before being snapped to attention by a rather annoyed looking Vamoose.
"Whut?" he remarked suddenly and his partner fixed his fisted hands to his hips and tapped an impatient boot.
"It . . . your . . . turn . . . to get . . . data . . . she . . . ets" he said.
Sorano scratched behind his head and smiled sheepishly. "Oh." he said sighed.
Sorano pushed Vamoose out of the way as he went to get his said duty done. Vamoose just sighed like any individual to someone so hopeless. Suddenly, a loud pang was heard against the door and caused more of the males to jump twenty yards in the air.
