Eight;
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Josephine sat me down on the piano stool and gave me a warm, kind smile. She read the music and then gave me a demonstration. She then looked at me expectantly. I tried to copy her actions, but I had no clue what I was doing. I sighed and shrugged. She then smiled and moved her hands over, placing them on top of mine. She then guided them about the piano keys. Her hands felt warm on mine as she guided my hands about the piano. I couldn't hear anything, much less play the simple tune from a Nursery Rhyme, but with her sitting so close to me, I felt as if I could remember what each note sounded like and how high or low they were.
It was a start and it was better than nothing.
YOU ARE READING
A Silent Symphony - A Short Story
RomanceIn which a boy picks up his sheet music for the first time in three years, after becoming deaf and therefore, losing almost all that he loved.
