The row of pure ivory keys march into view as Haneul lifts the fall of the structure, grand and molded to the center of the stage that was occupied by the two of them. There was no sheet to follow and yet the sounds she’d produced stirred wonders in the younger’s soul. Without effort, music fills the air like the waves filling holes in beach sand. It was beautiful and breathtaking, in the same way that the graceful flow of the female’s fingers relaxed Jennie’s mood. Her tranquil state was disrupted, however, by the random musings of the other and it puzzles her. “Is that the lyrics to this piano piece…?” she asked reluctantly with a slight and playful squint of her eyes, though it was quickly followed by a chuckle.