❝ ‘trees that are slow to grow bear the best fruit’, or so they say. —- but it’s understandable. you could say the same thing about me and music. ❞
which was much worse still than she’d care to admit. her smile quickly dissolves into subdued laughter, lithe frame bent in small consideration.
❝ that depends……are you suggesting one?❞
❛ well, it’d be pretty dumb of me not to take a master up on her offer, right? i know a good deal when i see one. ❜
HE HASN’T BEEN GRACED with her musical talents, or lack thereof, if he’s to take her word for it, but he can only guess how well matched their shortfalls truly are. still, he’s committed to learning if she’s serious about a lesson or two. the laughter feels like an affirming reassurance, and he loses the pinch to his shoulders, relaxed.
