crescendo [red's mom]

She felt the woman’s hand briefly before it was released, and her smile grew slightly. Step one to getting to know someone. Check. The thought rang in Kirsi’s head, but was quickly forced out when the woman mentioned the piano. Playing the piano. Everything fell in to place. It was like a series of rapid clicks set off in her mind that would have turned a lightbulb on were it hovering above her head. Her eyes widened and her face lit up, the expression changing from that of a calm, happy one to something that could be described as ‘beaming’.

Finally! Excitement coursed through her body at once. She would finally get to play for someone – who she was almost positive was a piano teacher. Her parents had finally found someone that would teach her. She wanted to say so many things to her father – practically gush thanks to him – but instead she just looked up at him when he took her hand and smiled, regardless of if he saw it or not. He led her to the room she heard Mrs. Imperia’s steps lead to, and then let her go once they were there.

Reaching one hand out in front of her, she stepped forward slowly until her hand brushed the piano. Turning, she lowered a hand to where she found a bench and hopped upon it.

Mr. Izanami watched to make sure Kirsi got onto the bench alright before raising a hand silently. He would be back to pick her up when the time was done. He knew Kirsi wouldn’t approve of him hanging around. Without hardly another word, though a small bow of thanks to Mrs. Imperia, he left, closing the door quietly behind him.

Taking a quiet but deep breath, she slid her hands along the white keys until she felt they were spaced far enough away from each other to be correct. Tentatively, she played the first measure slowly, checking the accuracy.

The sound rang perfectly in her ears and she nodded to herself. She hoped she wouldn’t mess up now that she knew where her hands fell. The Prelude was over in just over two mintues, and she turned around in her seat, facing...well, she didn’t know what or who she was facing. She just hoped it was somewhere close to a person. ”Well...I know my hands slipped a few times.” she admitted, tilting her head to the side some. ”But I’m sure you’ve heard that melody before, so you can tell how it was.” She glanced back on the piano. ”I don’t know what all my father or mother explained to you...about my situation and my current dilemma.”

Either way, Kirsi would need to explain how she both could and couldn’t play in her current state.