He knew she was the one the first night he saw her at the social club. She was at the piano, and as he walked in she began playing his favourite song. He went straight over to her and struck up a conversation. From then on, it was only a matter of time.
It was fate that brought them together; fate and a beautiful song.
That was the story he told to his children and grandchildren.
She had seen him long before that night. Seen him, and made plans. She talked to everyone she knew until she found out what his favourite song was. She bought the sheet music and spent hours and days learning it until she knew it off by heart.
Then she had waited.
Finally, she got her chance. She had taken a seat at the piano, idly tapping out a few popular melodies until- there he was in the doorway. Her heart was in her mouth as she started playing. When he came over, she was glad of the piano- it gave her something to do with her hands so that he wouldn’t see them shaking with nerves.
It was planning that brought them together. Planning and a beautiful song.
That was the story she told to their children and grandchildren.
© Kari Fay
(Author’s Note: I can’t claim this as entirely original- it’s based on the story my mother once told me, of how my grandparents supposedly met. At least, I think it was my grandparents- it might have been her grandparents. Anyway, I always thought it was a good story!)