Title: Words In The Windowsill
Genre: NA Historical Fiction/Time Travel
Word Count: 62,000
Grad student and self-proclaimed “Ladies-man” Hans Meyer has discovered a mysterious symphony, so he takes off for Germany to do some serious research. Finding an unknown Beethoven work would make one killer thesis. But when Hans gets a strange text about a Time Train, his curiosity buys him a ticket to ride back to Vienna, 1820.
When Hans meets 19th-century Viennese chambermaid, Analeise, passion sparks and they fall deeply in love. The two accidentally uncover love letters holed up within Hans’ bedchamber windowsill exposing a secret about Beethoven and the mysterious manuscript which has eluded history books. Hans brings Analeise and Beethoven’s secret back to the 21stcentury only to find he no longer exists. He must find a way to rewrite the past, which might mean losing the girl who has stolen his heart.
With my right foot planted on the piano’s sustain pedal, the final notes of “Piano Man” dissipated under the laughter at The Tavern.
“Listen to ‘em. They want me, big time!” I shouted over my shoulder at my buddy Joe, still seated back at the bar. The end of semester partiers, mostly females, had formed a circle around the piano as they joined me in the drunken sing-a-long, ending their chorus with raucous applause.
“It’s the music they love, not your swag, Hans. Give it a rest, will ya?!” Joe chuckled and took a swig of his beer.
I laughed. “Don’t hate the player, hate the game! Is it your civic duty to give me a hard time, Joe?”
“We all know you’re a good piano player,” he retorted.
I’d been behind the piano at The Tavern for several numbers that night, the women in the crowd swooning over my every note.
“Last song.” I winked at the red-headed cutie to my right, flashing her a smile. “I’m headed across the Atlantic in a couple days,” I announced, as the gathering began to hush. “I can’t think of a better reason to play Billy Joel’s ‘Vienna’. Enjoy.”
The crowd fell silent. My right hand fluttered over the ivories, the song’s poignant lyrics filling the room as I sang. I seamlessly moved into the instrumental, infusing it with Beethoven-esque style. Crooning the final lyrics, I ended with a flirty piano postlude, sealing the deal with the red-head. Yeah, she was hooked.