Jarid had heard the claims before. Those that wanted and tried. There was always a line of them at the auditions. Some who were actually good just not good enough.  He held off judgment. Maybe later he'd let her have a go by herself.<br/>He turned to the fridge for the ham.  He might as well ask now and sort things out properly. "Piano."<br/><br/>The egg poacher out and ready. He dropped two pieces of ham in the other pan. Turned them both on. He reached for his tea to watch her. It was easy to see those who out and out lied.<br/><br/>He cleared his throat, "Do you sight read?"