She had never played piano in her life. She was a violinist. But there she was, picking out a melody with one finger on the virtual keys. It was the tune she used to hum while cooking dinner—a silly, made-up song about burnt toast and forgotten groceries. Elias had recorded it once on his phone, years ago, but the phone was long dead.
He tore off the visor, furious. The real piano sat in the corner, mocking him. virtual-piano
But now, for the first time, he walked toward it. He lifted the heavy lid. He sat on the bench. The keys felt cold and real. She had never played piano in her life
Then Mira discovered the Virtual-Piano . mocking him. But now