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We sat together and ate like the somewhat functional, yet dysfunctional, family who we have become. The brothers cleared the table and Cassius offered me his hand. “Come with me. I want to teach you something that I love.” I took his hand as I wondered what he wanted to show me. We walked through the palace into the conservatory. I had only ever been in this room to dust, back before I became their Royal Consegire. He led us over to a huge, black grand piano. Cassius pulled out the bench and urged me to sit. He then slid in beside me and lifted the cover to reveal a beautiful keyboard. He kisses my cheek before he strokes the keys. Soon he begins playing a classical piece. It is La Campanell

Canon in D. My fingers twitched instinctively, muscle memory rising unbidden. I knew this piece. Not just knew it, I had outgrown it in grade three. It was basic and very safe. My wolf tilted its head, unimpressed. Then came Bach… The Well-Tempered Clavier, BWV 893. This time, I leaned forward slightly, and there it was. The cracks. They were subtle, almost invisible to anyone who wasn’t a true pianist. A missed glissando, a note struck too hard, another slightly flat note…

That was a question from someone who was not familiar with the piano. Dew pursed her lips, smiled, and said, “I have a Grade 10 certificate for my piano, but it’s actually nothing. It’s not that difficult.” “Grade 10 in the piano isn’t difficult? My daughter has been learning for about eight years, but she has only passed Grade 6.” “I heard that Grade 10 piano is of expert level. Ms. Daugherty, you’ve achieved such a high level at such a young age. You’re a piano genius!”

I'm Jacob" he said aloofly ignoring Jennifer's outstretched hand. clearing her throat to ease up the awkward situation. Did he have to be so haughty Lola wondered Ok" she made them seat at the front row on their individual upright piano. She began by instructing them on the basic since they both didn't know anything about playing a piano. Showing them the keys and note of each key. She gave them a simple piece of music to practice. soon enough the other learners began to troupe in and Lola marked their names as they entered. When they were complete she had them seat respectively in front of individual upright piano. Standing in the front of the class

he said. I wanted to relax, but I couldn't help but notice that Mr. Eugen's body temperature was rising, making me even more nervous. "Arch your fingers in a way that forms an arched shape, using the fleshiest part of your fingertips to press the piano keys," Mr. Eugen instructed, patting my right leg. "Keep your foot here, it controls the tone." I tried my best to follow his instructions. "Do you know any notes?" Mr. Eugen's breath sprayed on my face.

He paused for a moment to give her a chance to rub the top of her head. "Never played the piano before?" Honestly, she shook her head slowly. The man's hand stopped, along with the movement of the man's body that was slightly closer to her even though they were actually very close together, which provoked her sensitive nose to smell the minty scent of the man's body. "Do you want to give it a try? We can try it from Beethoven's Fur Elise. It's easier for a beginner,” continued the man, moving her hands that had been resting on her thighs since she did not dare touch the piano keys.

“Alright.” I smiled triumphantly as I pressed a key, “The first time I saw a piano, I didn't know what it was. I was playing in the woods and I saw some broken things. It was a piano and no one wanted it anymore. I pressed it and it made some nice sounds so I started to teach myself and remember what each key sounded like.” I said proudly as Isabel pulled me into a hug and I froze at the sudden gesture.

She thought piano lesson was boring and without any motivation, but she grudgingly obeyed. Tessa started having lessons at a very early age. The first, second, and third year rolled away. On the fourth year the piano lessons started to give meaning when she could play pieces by memory. She soon devoted her own time playing for hours and hours and her skill got better and better. Her music flew out of the window into the playgrounds and landed into the ears of the other children. It wasn’t long before the now grown-up boys and girls were admiring her musical talent.

Andy said that carefully, and Danica completely trust in Andy, just because she loved the person. When he mentioned the piano, she vaguely guessed what he was going to do. "Have we arrived?" Danica suddenly stopped. She turned her head to look at him, but he just smiled without saying anything. "Hee, hee..." With a light smile, he took Danica's hand and sat down. Holding her hand, he opened the piano lid. Then he held her hands to touch the keys. Meanwhile, he said softly in a low voice, "The one that is slightly longer and wider is the white key. The one that is shorter and narrower is the black key..."

He was doing that finger tapping, yet I thought it was just his doing when his pondering. "You know how to piano?" I asked, which made him raise his eyebrow slightly, and full of questions, he shot me. "How did the Piano get here in our topic?" "Your fingers forming the chords of the Claire De Lune." I pointed to his hand, which he followed with a glance. “Oh, this? I know. I was young when my parents schooled me for a piano lesson,” he answered and stopped what he was doing. “And that’s it. Why did you ask?”