Time had not been on her side the last couple months. Between getting the final touches and paperwork on her restaurant done, getting the Coterie set, she hadn’t been able to dedicate time to relearning the piano.
She remembered having the skill, remembered being young and playing it at her mothers charity balls. Her skill had been unmatched at the time. And here she was, struggling to get her hands and mind to remember how to play. The Savage part of her mind trying to block the knowledge.
Sitting at the piano, she lightly brushes her fingers across the ivory keys, getting lost in the memories.
A few notes were played, but they just didn’t sound right. It was either her or it needed to be tuned. So she goes with checking the tuning first. Who wants to believe that they’ve lost that much talent? The Savage refused to believe she lost her ability to play.
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Anyways, there she sat, casual in a black fitted t-shirt and black pants, with various tools spread around her, one actually on the strings inside, pressing the key. The sound was heard, an inked arm reaches into the piano, moving the hammer slightly, then pressing the same note.