6.
Gordon tapped lightly
on the keys and the room sounded with… sound. That was the only way to
describe it. The only way she could. She wiped her hands and came to the edge
of the chair to hear him play. He learned out of necessity but
played earnestly. His hands danced. He knew not to trust the composition of
others so he played one of his own design. Yes. His own right hand would dispel
doubt and form in her soul, a song she would praise him for later. He played
his tune. Now that his world was watching. He played his tune. He would learn
guitar next.
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