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We were to "define the ideal boy". This is what I came up with:

Delicate slender fingers passed over the keys of ivory as the young man pressed each in turn while his soft eyes easily scanned the cryptic music sprawled across the papers that rested against the reflective black surface of the piano; he had a show to perform for. Not a single soul on the vast earth could steal such perfection from mine eyes. The translucent stars high above my being went out that night, as I spied this single individual with his hand’s mastery of the dance of music. The ebony and ivory keys did little to reflect the beauty of this, this was perfection-