Waiting My Turn

My heart skipped a beat. The piece Tristan was playing sounded familiar, like I'd heard it a million times, but I couldn't put a name to it.

I leaned against the doorframe, watching his long, elegant fingers dance over the keys. In that moment, he looked like a prince straight out of a fairytale.

Tristan only played for a short while before turning to look at me.

"What's this song called?" I asked