So Top Management and I are talking. In the background, The Brawn is practicing in advance of his weekly piano lesson with Jenny Conley, the keyboardist of The Decemberists. (Top Management has cool friends, and she makes cool things happen.)
Without realizing we're listening, we both hear The Brawn play an ascending run...and then nothing.
At a certain point, we both realized we'd both stopped talking, and are simply waiting for him to finish the phrase.
And waiting.
And waiting.
Some say they're still waiting to this very day.
(This is not a metaphor for tomorrow. Not at all.)
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