They started talking and my mom eventually waved me over. I’m going to give this back to her.”īefore I could stop her, my mom walked over to a table where the elegantly dressed woman was sitting with an elegantly dressed man. My mom quickly snatched it up and said, “She thinks you work here. So I started playing, she said “thank you” and left a $20 on the piano. After all, I used to play the piano professionally (I was the pianist at the Boca Raton Hotel & Resort Sunday brunch buffet).Ī few songs in, an elegantly dressed woman walked over and asked me to play the theme from “Somewhere in Time.” Weirdly, I happened to know that song because my dad played it on the piano too. The lobby was pretty quiet so I shrugged and sat down and knocked out a few tunes. They asked me to meet them there for a drink and, as often happened when I’d sit with my parents in a hotel lobby sipping a gin and tonic, they pointed out a piano and asked me to play it.
My parents were visiting Atlanta, where I was attending law school, and they were staying at a nice hotel in Buckhead.
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