The moment Arielle sat down, the large screen on the stage lit up. A sand painting tray and two white hands appeared on the screen. A hand made the “OK” gesture, and Arielle knew that Trisha was ready.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and touched the first key on the piano.
Ting…
The sound carried both depth and an ethereal delight.
In his seat, an excited Steven clapped his hands and exclaimed, “This is the sound!”
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