CH 145: The Melodies that Bind Us
Like rocks skipping on water, fingers touched the piano keys. Their sound gathered in a string of light taps. They dripped like rain running down a pipe and onto cobblestone. The arrangement repeated three times:
First, to capture the audience,
Second, to commit it to their memory, and
Third, to continue on the story by speeding up its tempo…
Strings joined as if enchanted by the melody. Each stroke matched the same note. It followed the same number of repeats. Then, it took its own course by the third one. Their harmonies tangled and blended together.
The curtains parted open.
Two girls took the stage. One held up a violin and wore a white dress. Lace traced the hem and the neckline. She stood by the piano, carefully proclaiming her and the pianist as one unit. Her partner went for a vest and a dress shirt. A jabot peeked out of her chest.