“Cyndi Lauper!” he squealed and then immediately wished he hadn’t. Maybe it wasn’t worth getting that excited about, but when he saw the flyer, his eyebrows shot up. He was probably the only one listening as she explained that the project involved more than 500 pianos placed in public locations throughout the world. Davidson for advertising the “Play Me, I’m Yours” street piano project in class. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so excited. Mason pursed his lips as his brother plopped down on the whimsically painted piano bench.ĪS LUCAS took a seat on the empty bench, he stared at the work of art before him. “What’s the big deal? It’s just some dumb piano.” He’s been looking forward to this for days.” No way was he taking pictures of his older brother acting like a schoolgirl. “Daaaaaaad! He’s doing it again,” Mason said as he passed the camera off to his father. If not for the throng of tourists milling about the city’s Inner Harbor, pointing and smiling, Mason wouldn’t have believed he was witnessing his seventeen-year-old brother skipping down the sidewalk. “OH, LOOK! There it is!” Lucas fumbled with the camera, then shoved it in Mason’s hands and darted off. Thank you for your kind words of encouragement.

To Jeff, for inspiring me to write from the heart.

Thank you for your guidance and generosity.

To Todd, I couldn’t have asked for a better mentor. To Kurt, for filling my days with love and laughter. To my fellow introverts, who know what it’s like to live inside your head, may you find someone who loves you just the way you are. To request permission and all other inquiries, contact Harmony Ink Press, 5032 Capital Circle SW, Ste 2, PMB# 279, Tallahassee, FL 32305-7886, 978-1-62380-449-7 No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the Publisher, except where permitted by law. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.Īll rights reserved.

Play Me, I'm Yours by Madison Parker