“Alright, mademoiselle!
I will try not to disappoint!”How appropriate her choice of the word noise was.
;⚜—ℒ⊱
It only takes about a minute before Rosalind nearly drops her
beaker from the–can she even call it music?–sound he’s pro-
ducing, and with pursed lips the scientist enters the room and
leans over him. She’s trying not to laugh, and it shows on her
face as she reaches around and places her hands over his.
“ I thought that you said you could play? “
With gentle hands she taps his fingers carefully, attempting
to get him to play a song correctly. She has work to do, but
she can spare an hour to give him a small piano lesson.