Blind Trust (Blind Justice Book 2) by Adam Zorzi

Author:Adam Zorzi [Zorzi, Adam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Limitless Publishing LLC
Published: 2017-04-18T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER

THIRTY-ONE

LouLou woke the next morning to find a package wrapped in white, non-acidic tissue paper tied with a red satin ribbon on Gregg's pillow. Her first reaction was that Gregg had gone, but she heard him open the refrigerator. He walked to the bed, kissed her, and handed her a glass of orange juice. “Good morning,” he said.

“What's this?” she asked.

“A present. Open it.”

“I love presents. Especially when they're beautifully wrapped. Scarlet satin ribbon. I don't want to know how you acquired that.”

Gregg sat next to LouLou on the bed while she untied the ribbon and let it unfurl along the bed to the floor. She carefully peeled back the tissue paper only to find another layer. What was underneath caused her to scream with delight.

“Gregg! Piano works. You wrote them.”

He looked shyly at her. “I had a lot of time while you were away. I got the music out of my head and onto the page. They need some edits. We'll consider this the first draft.”

LouLou pulled out the pages. A piano suite. Sonata. Four Ballades. Six Dances. Elegy. An amazing amount of music. As LouLou turned the pages, she saw not only musical genius but passion, longing, and fearlessness. Each work was dedicated to her.

“Don't cry,” Gregg warned.

She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him while tears fell down both of their cheeks. She laid her head on his shoulder. “Gregg, you're a musical genius. Truly. I hope I'm up to playing them. You've got some wide chord spans and tricky rhythms. Thank you. Thank you for these.” She carefully placed the manuscripts on the nightstand.

He pulled her to him and kissed her. “I'm so relieved. I thought you'd flip through them and say, ‘Nice try, but start over.’”

“I don't believe you.”

“I admit they came pouring out of me onto the page. I like them. I didn't know if you would.”

LouLou got out of bed and threw on a robe. “I have to try them.” She sat at the piano for the next hour sampling each of the works. When she finished, she turned to Gregg. “They're all wonderful, complex, beautiful, but the “Elegy.” Ah, it breaks my heart.”

“Mine too.” He sat next to her on the bench.

She checked the calendar on her phone. “November. I don't see doing it earlier than that. Definitely not the summer or immediately after Labor Day. Early November, before Thanksgiving.”

“What?”

“A recital, of course. The public has to hear these. I think the Terrace Theatre at the Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts in DC would be best. We'll have to make selections. The recital can't be more than an hour or hour and fifteen minutes. Plus, one encore. Maybe I could do a series of recitals. At Georgetown, maybe. I'm thinking out loud. Pay no attention to me.”

“I want you to pay attention to me. Special attention.” He nuzzled her throat.

“Composers are notorious womanizers. Women can't resist them. All that passion, sexy…”

Gregg covered her mouth with his. She stopped talking.

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