“Watch me again,” Arthur said to Fiona, watching with amused eyes as the blue-eyed girl looked at the piano with so much concentration.
He repeated what he had previously played, taking his time and going even slower this time.
Even with that, Fiona could only manage to get the first two keys, and afterward, it was rushed rubbish once more.
She huffed in frustration, cutting an offended look at the piano like it was responsible for her poor performance.
Arthur shook his head at her antics.
“The music is not in the sound, Fiona, it’s in the movement of your fingers. Stop trying to think about the sounds and follow the way that my fingers move. Give me your hands.” Arthur requested and Fiona presented it.
Taking her dainty fingers in his large ones, Arthur guided them through the k
