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His PR team is in for it if they don’t sort this nightmare out by tomorrow latest. Taking off my silk gloves, I head to the piano room to check on Lois and Lucinda, our five-year-old twins. They should be in their lesson right now. I open the door to find both seated at the piano, reading over some music sheets, their teacher Mr. Roc standing in front of them. “Good evening, Mrs. Clark.” “Good evening, Mr. Roc. How were their lessons today?” “They were excellent, ma’am. I introduced a new piece from a composer called Schumann, and they have almost mastered it already. Extraordinary feat for five-year-olds.”

Dylan’s POV I’m hunched over my laptop, squinting at a video tutorial about finger placement on piano keys. The guy on the screen is patient, his voice calm and steady, but I’m still fumbling with the basics. My fingers feel clumsy, and my brain keeps racing ahead of the lesson, thinking about how Tristan would react if I actually managed to play something decent for him.

“Will you sit with me?” “Sure.” He enthusiastically grabbed my hand. “What are you gonna play? Are you good?” “I don’t know. It’s been a while.” I let Isaac sit before I did. “Any request?” Isaac started with one finger on the simplify key chords. His teacher taught him classics. Clair De Lune. Playing the piano always took out my raw emotions. Mariana always praised me, even if it wasn’t perfect. Drawing a deep breath, I placed my fingers softly on the keys.

, He said with a mock smirk. “Oh so you know how to play the piano huh?, I bet you can’t even run a scale on it.”, Kelly mocked at him, laughing wildly till her eyes watered with tears. Daniel smiled back at her. He placed his hands on the piano and played a Harmonic Minor scale.

he says, a small smile on his face. “Why didn't you make this a Career path? You are so good!” I squealed with excitement. Haha, Iskander laughed “It's just a hobby for me,” he said. "So, do you want to learn how to play the piano?" Iskander asks, raising an eyebrow. I laugh, not sure if he's serious. "I'm not sure I have the talent for it," I say, looking down at my hands. "But I would love to try." Iskander gestures to the piano bench. "Come, sit here and I'll show you some basics," he says. I sit down on the bench, and he positions my hands on the keys. "See, this is middle C," he says, pointing to a key. "Now, let's try playing a simple

Listened with the specific attention of someone who was already writing. She put her hands on the piano keys without pressing them and thought about what that meant. She wrote to him through his publisher. The letter took three drafts. The first was too professional. The second was too personal. The third was honest without being either. Mr. Morrow, I received the score. I’ve read through it twice. I need to know how you knew about the third bar of the opening movement before I can play it. The hand position you’ve written is specific to my reach, not to any standard technique. That’s either a remarkable inference or you know something about my hands that I don’t know how you know. I’d like

“You’ll report to this room from now on for your music class.” The next day, she had left a sheet of music on top of the piano, and he smiled when he lifted the lid and saw she’d marked the notes out on the keys. On the sheet music, she’d written the names of the notes underneath each one. It had felt less like a lesson and more like someone quietly deciding he was worth the effort. For the next six months, Mrs. Harlow taught him how to read music, even though he hadn’t seen her once. Every day, there was something new to learn. She taught him about the flow of the notes and how to appreciate each raw sound.

Did you not know that I can't play piano? Cece paused and asked in confusion, "Huh? You can't play? But you played perfectly last night!" Cece did not know much about the piano, but Vicky was different. "Cece, one can't become an expert in an instrument within a few days. The better you want to become, the more practice you need." "I don't know much about that, and you haven't talked about it or played in front of me before... Maybe you took piano lessons before the Shaw family fell."

After five minutes passed, the host approached and inquired. Chloe nodded solemnly. "I'm ready." "All right, I'll pass the floor to you then, Ms. Chloe." Chloe's outward composure belied the nerves bubbling within her. She flexed her fingers a few times, envisioning the melody in her mind. As her fingertips gently touched the intermingling black and white keys, a remarkable sound emerged from the piano, filling the air with its enchantment. The piano notes flowed like a meandering stream through the mountains, winding and twisting, taking unexpected turns, all while bearing a captivating melody. The song’s gentleness and soothing quality resonated with the depths of the soul.

"Look at you. If it gets damaged, I'll just buy you another one. Don't be so stingy." Watching their intimate exchange, I sneered inwardly. Pretending I was unfamiliar with the instrument, I sat down at the piano and took a deep breath. My fingers casually pressed a few random keys, producing a messy string of notes as I reacquainted myself with the feel of the keyboard. "It's fine," Wendy said generously. "It's your first time touching a piano. Of course you'd be curious." I looked at her and smiled softly. Then, I recalled the sheet music from the piece she had just played—Debussy's Reflections in the Water. My fingers flew across the keys, and the melody flowed effortlessly from the piano