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I wondered what it could be, what the price would be for admission to such a valuable object, something that this man had guarded his entire life. Caleb looked back. “Anything, old friend,” he said. “It’s been so long since I’ve heard you play,” Roger said. He turned and gestured towards an old, grand piano sitting in the corner of the room. “The Pathétique. Second movement. Just like in Vienna.” Caleb surveyed the piano. He hesitated. “It’s been a long time, Roger.” Roger smiled wide. “I’m sure you still got it.”

Then, he said, “Teachers, students, good evening, my name is David Lidell. Tonight, I’ll be performing a song I wrote, named ‘Boy’. I hope you’ll like this.” He sat in front of the piano and placed his hands on the keys. After he recomposed himself, the tutorial on how to play the piano appeared in his brain. It was as if he had practiced this countless times. His fingers danced on the keys. The music coming from the piano floated into everyone’s ears. “Damn, not bad! He looks like he’s a professional.” “David even knows how to play the piano? He’s been hiding this so well!”

Jonathan stepped closer, but she put a hand out “You will be a great Alpha, Congratulations.” She said through gritted teeth. She turned on unsteady feet and walked down the steps. She walked to the piano they had set up as she began to play and sing through her pain. She perfectly sang Think of Me from thee Phantom of the opera

"I was having difficulty sleeping so when I heard the sound of the piano I started to hunt for it." “Come on up,” he invited. Hae Mina nodded and walked around to the steps. She joined Rhee Min-Jun by the piano. He faced her. “Can you play?” “Not that much. What was the piece you were playing?” “It’s called “Sad Violin” even though it has a piano part. I learned it long ago when I had lost someone dear to me.” “I'm sorry. That's a sad reason to learn a song.”

I even engaged in friendly conversation with the guests. He couldn't believe his eyes. He had assumed that I was dead. Yet, I was still alive and standing right before him. His hands trembled violently. The wine glass slipped from his grasp and shattered against the floor loudly, causing those around him to back away. Ignoring everything, he rushed onto the stage. "Derrina?" I flashed him a radiant smile. "Yes? It's nice to see you again, Mr. Bartholomew." "You… Weren't you dead?"

A flicker of movement on the edge of the stage caught my eye. The band members exchanged confused glances. Then, a familiar face emerged from the shadows – the old man from my music school, his kind eyes crinkled in a smile that held a lifetime of understanding. It was a small gesture, but it was enough. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. Taking a deep breath, I raised my trembling hands and hovered them over the cool ivory keys. The music book in front of me lay open, displaying the familiar score of "Moonlight Sonata."

Silly and clumsy with him? -"Okay. Let's go" I affirm. I reach out to him, also to show this woman that our rings prove that we belong together. So call out my name Call out my name when I kiss you so gently I want you to stay I want you to stay even though you don't want me

When Latton saw her, she gestured for her to join them. Thalia walked towards them. Albert simply ignored her presence, as he didn't want to ruin the moment he had with his daughter. "Is it okay for you to play the piano given that your right hand is still injured," she asks. Latton nods. "I'm only using my left hand and Dad is helping me to make sure we hit the right piece." Thalia smiled. "Mom, why don't you sing for us?" Latton asks softly. Shortly after, Latton slowly transitions the piano melody from the classical piece of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's Sonata No. 16 to Bizarre Love Triangle by Frente.

"Then, how about texts on your phone?" Gabriella shook her head. "My head would hurt if I stared at it for a long time. Is there something going on at the company?" "No." Henry lowered his gaze. "Have a few more days of rest." "Okay." Gabriella scanned her surroundings. "This restaurant looks great. The pianist is amazing. I wonder what piece this is." "Ballade for Adeline by Paul Senneville." Gabriella looked at him in awe. "You know music as well?"

"Exactly." His accent wrapped around every word, "You dance from here," he tapped his temple,."You need to dance from here," he pressed a hand over his chest, "Again." I wanted to throw myself into the fountain. Instead I walked back to my starting mark. The music floated softly from the portable speaker resting beside the garden steps. No famous score. No familiar melody. A pianist had written it two weeks ago from pages of notes I'd scribbled down during nights I couldn't sleep.