I’ve now reached the point in the novel in which I’ll begin to give away too many of the goodies so, very sadly, this will be my last Teaser Friday snippet for this novel. But I’ll leave you with a very big clue.
In this short piece, Dori discovers a unique ability.
One after the other, I kicked off my athletic shoes, letting them drop to the floor with a muffled thump. I stripped off my socks too and wiggled my toes, envied the freedom they enjoyed.
I’d barely finished reading the first page when I heard piano music downstairs, Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue. What were the odds? Like a rat responding to the Pied Piper, I bookmarked my place and padded downstairs, toward the music.
I spied around the corner to see if Donovan played the piano or if he had fired up the stereo.
His back was to me but I could see his arms moving over the keyboard. I slithered closer to listen, looked for an empty chair out of his sightline but finding none, stood behind him. I listened for the majority of the song before my curiosity compelled me to seek out the sight of his fingers striking the keys. Without invitation, I sat on the edge of the piano bench next to him and watched intently as his fingers picked out an intricate pattern. He turned and flashed a half smile, shifting slightly to his left to make more room on the bench beside him.
After a few minutes of matching the sounds to the keys he depressed, I lifted my hands to the far right side of the keyboard and, to my astonishment, played a soprano accompaniment to his tune. I played from my memory of the tune, which wasn’t always the same as Donovan’s, but was close enough. At one point, he played only the bass and left me to play the treble. It sounded pretty good, never mind how the hell I had somehow learned to play piano.
“I didn’t know you played,” he said after we finished the piece.
“I didn’t know I played either.” I gazed at him, wide-eyed.
“Can you read music?” He opened a book of sheet music and pointed to the song on the left side.
“I don’t think so.” I reached out and touched the page and traced the lines and dots that I knew were bars and notes.
He began to play and by the second chorus I joined in and matched him note for note. When we finished, he pointed to the song on the right and said, “You play this one now.” And I did.
“Wow.” I rested my fingers on the silent keys and shook my head. “I don’t know how I…” I raised my hands in front of my face. They looked like mine but they couldn’t be.
“Let’s try something a little more challenging and see how you do.” He sifted through the various pieces of music on the stand until he found what he sought. “This piece is for four hands on one piano. Wanna give it a go?”
“Okay.” I scanned the notes on the page and the music played in my head. My finger tapped the bottom two sets of music bars. “I play these lines here?”
I raised my eyes to him and grinned. “Ready.”
We played that piece together then another for four hands. Next he selected some ragtime tunes and we played three of those. Donovan sang the words and I joined in for the last chorus. I couldn’t stop laughing when we finished.
He smiled then wagged his finger at me. “We need to find more ways to make you laugh because it’s more beautiful than any of the songs we played tonight.”
That shut me up.