![]() The fifth finger was just like born with. No surgery trace can be seen on his hand. He bit the top piece of the leather glove, and then pulled it off. “Try not to be too scared.” The white-hair man mocked. His Adam’s apple was shivering under my lips. “You can call me Suguru.” I told him my name, while the meantime, he was pressing me onto the wall in that small cell located in the far end of toilet. After all, in Chopin’s time, human being only had four fingers and one thumb. Nobody knew why the composer wrote this kind of thing since it was impossible to be played. It was said that this was Chopin’s last piece of work and because it was too difficult to play that only the electronic music can reproduce its beauty. Is he genius, or music obsessed lunatic? The mysterious music that no human can play will appear after hundreds of years! Is he chasing the perfect or just being a peacock? Gojo Satoru, the genius pianist, why accepting the prosthesis surgery? Although in twenty-second century, prostitute with three tits was everyday life, but he was the only five-finger pianist. This basement bar was wet and hot, while he was wearing a pair of leather gloves. Those long fingers which can even cross twelve keys on piano were squeezing my arm. The white-hair man suddenly froze, but he took back control quickly. His lips tasted just like Bloody Mary, with black pepper’s scent, a little annoying but addicted to me. “Do I really look like your friend?” I finished the alcohol in the glass with ice, and then I grabbed his tie, giving him a kiss. “This excuse is too old-school.” I judged his flirting, “I’m not a private detective. “Why are you staring at me?” I was a little drunk by then. ” He walked close to me, finding out what I do immediately, “Could you please do me a favour?” When he looked at me, his deep blue eyes got contacted with mine. The cocktail in tomato’s colour was sent to that round table soon. And by the way, a Bloody Mary to him, please.” I told the bartender, finger pointing at that man with white hair. Had no idea whether it was born like that or maybe not. That pianist who accepted the additional prosthesis surgery. ![]() I didn’t know him, but I recognized who he was. ![]()
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