Capítulo 8: he won't play long

The pianist suddenly stopped playing the magical music, and the curtains closed slowly. I turned around curious as to why they stopped. The pianist was grasping their right hand, lightly massaging it. Cramping, I thought as I began to walk toward them. I stopped beside them and held out my hand not saying a word. It jumped back a bit before looking at me confused. I smiled and said, "Let me massage your hand. I did that after all". They hesitated before placing their hand in mine palm up. Their hands were cold and soft to the touch. I hummed a tune as I carefully massaged their hand. The same tune they played just a moment ago. I thought I could hear tapping. Tapping to the tempo of my humming.