Can't Believe I Asked

As Dante went over to the piano; Melissa took a seat. Not too close or too far away. She listened as he performed the song for her. He was good, really good but he had an ease about him that had put her more at ease and now she wasn't sure if his performance made her more embarrassed or more at ease.

[I]When he finished he turned his head back to her. "Well?" he said. "I know its not the same when the person doesn't mind being heard. But least you can say you got a private show." he joked.[/i]

"It's good. Really, your really good." She wasn't just saying that to be nice, she meant it.

Well, the gates had now been opened and while she was nervous about asking; she wanted to do just the same. "You said you play country music, as well?" She took a deep breath almost not believing what she was about to ask of him. "If I play you something I'm working on; would you ...would you give me your opinion on it?"