[very, very tentatively, the kid takes a seat next to him on the bench. It takes him another moment to get up the bravery to reach out and very purposefully press one of the keys, sounding one deep long note. Then, before the note dies away, he thinks about how the man had been playing. Recalling how his hands had moved across the keys; borrowed muscle memory. In quick and pleasant succession, his fingers dance across a scale of three notes. ...Do-re-mi]
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