[ It's such a delightful piece, even on this truly substandard instrument. Knives only plays until he plays a flat note. He pauses, then, hands on the keys, his finger held on the offending note. The sustain doesn't do the incorrect pitch any favors, and it's that dissonance that lingers long after the rest of the song has faded. ]
Mmm. You're right. That key is very much out of tune.
[ He folds his own hands into his lap, mirroring Nai's posture, and turns to his younger self with a considering look. ]
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[ It's such a delightful piece, even on this truly substandard instrument. Knives only plays until he plays a flat note. He pauses, then, hands on the keys, his finger held on the offending note. The sustain doesn't do the incorrect pitch any favors, and it's that dissonance that lingers long after the rest of the song has faded. ]
Mmm. You're right. That key is very much out of tune.
[ He folds his own hands into his lap, mirroring Nai's posture, and turns to his younger self with a considering look. ]
What shall we do about that, do you think?