Who am I to judge the piano? Clair thought. She spent years perfecting the art of music. Not to mention—she mastered The Well-Tempered Clavier months ago.
Clair, now bankrupt, has to immerse herself in public. She needs to recoup her losses before the premiere. Without thinking twice, she advertised her mom to press the keys.
"Mom, please fix the keyboard!"
"Keyboard?" asked Kate. Her eyebags widened. "I can borrow you the keyboard next door."
"Really?"
"Trust me, darling," she said. "Why not come and join me tomorrow morning?"
For some reason, Clair became subservient to her mom's will: burn the piano and buy another one.
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Clavier
General FictionFur Elise, you are Clair de Lune in Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. You were the sunshine etude in my dreams, and you taught me the Well-Tempered Clavier. He's Bach. He's Bach. He's waiting for you. Sincerely yours, my immortal beloved XOXO
