Jarid had taken her to the music room not expecting much. What he saw impressed him. Her reverence for the piano mirrored his exactly. She knew!! If nothing else she knew and appreciated the great instrument it was. How important it was. As if she had paid homage to everything he was.<br/><br/>And then she warmed up. Oh bloody hell!! Certainly scales but those warm ups that are heard in a concert hall. Exactly. Precise in every way.<br/><br/>He was drawn. NO!! He was compelled. He all but ran to the recording booth. Hitting switches, setting dials. Checking tracks and echo. It took five minutes which was normal to warm everything up. He was finished and ready when the egg timer went off.<br/><br/>He looked at her thru the glass. He stood and walked over to her calmly. A towel in hand.<br/><br/>"Stand please," He asked, " When you sit down again. Collect your thoughts as best you can and then play the Sonata. Richly and with wild abandon. Let the music take you."<br/><br/>He placed the towel on the seat for her. It was to keep her from sticking on the varnished wood grain of the seat. He did not want it to cause a disruption when she had to slide down to play the lower end of the keys.<br/><br/>He turned away then. Leaving the Pianist to her music, "Begin when you are ready."<br/><br/>It was the only instructions he gave her. He assumed she needed no more.<br/><br/>