Playing Rachmaninoff in my heart (gay)

Exerpt:That evening after family dinner I asked Josh if he would like to play something for us, including me, my mum, my sister Nathalie and her boyfriend Giuseppe and uncle Enrico and his wife Maria. He was incredibly embarrassed and tried not to, but after much insisting he finally sat at the Steinway. Mum dimmed the lights, only a few candles were lit and Josh started to play. I cannot describe what it was, the way he was sitting, the incredible notes of Rachmaninoff, the fragrance of the white lilies he had bought for my mum to thank her for the hospitality, and the fact that for the first time since my father had passed away someone properly used the piano… It was the best concert I have ever heard. My soul was floating through the room and I could not take away my eyes from Josh’s face and hands. It was an orgasm like I never experienced before. I was in love. When he finished and mum put on the lights again I could see that everybody was crying with happiness. Josh looked up and as our eyes met there was a special sparkle, a strong connection of our souls which left me speechless. Josh has never been so beautiful, his smile was so warm. A long silence passed before I started to applaud.