She hadn't realized that he was behind her listening , she was so lost in the music, she had forgotten there was another person in the penthouse entirely. She smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. A small blush covered her cheeks. She looked over at him nervously.<br/><br/>"It feels good to play again..." she said to him, "I never noticed how much I missed playing." Her mind flashed into the past. A vivid memory enclosed her thoughts. She saw a small room that barely accommodated a couch and piano. JÃ©an sat on the couch relaxing, and Syna sat at the piano bench. She remembered playing that song her father had taught her once before for him. He enjoyed it even more now.<br/><br/>She ran a hand over the books that lay next to her lap. She took the front page, flipping it over. Soon turning to the page he requested. She studied the notes with serene eyes. Looking for every key change, every crescendo and decrescendo, every bar that was imbedded in ink on the page. She played the melody in her mind as she did so. When she reached the end of the last measure, she looked at him again. She smiled at him, nodding slightly.<br/><br/>She turned back around placing the book on the piano. Her hands finding their place on the piano keys. She began to play, this time with a bit more confidence. Her eyes irradiated a lucid glow, she enjoyed playing for JÃ©an. Even if it was just for a bit.