“Mmhmm!” She responded quietly. Her eyes were glued to the pages of music, searching for one she knew. While reading music was not foreign to her, she was still learning and beginning with a familiar tune would help significantly. Finally she found one, sung to her by her grandmother what seemed like so long ago. Picking up the sturdy piece of parchment, she held it in front of her to better see and began to sing.
He listens in silence, the shadows around him falling away as the gentle notes wash over him.The girl has talent, no one could say otherwise. Despite the quivering of her voice and the way it drops in and out of the proper pitch, there is true talent. A foreign warmth settles over his chest, surprising him. It has been years since he has felt this peaceful. A pity he cannot bottle the feeling and use it for the long days that follow his nights of wandering.
The longer she sings the weaker her voice grows, and he frowns into the darkness. He will have to teach her to fix that. There are lesson he must think about. How to hold a note longer than one thinks is possible, how to make your voice loud enough to be heard from every seat. “Child, I wish you to pick a note. Any note. And I want you to sing it for as long as you can.”