Beatrice walked in the music room, and slowly made her way to a piano. She loved music, almost as much as her master Mordechai. He taught her how to play the violin and the piano, and other instruments, her favorite was a violin, it was a beautiful graceful instrument, and she loved listening to Mordechai play.
She sat down at the piano, and looked at the keys on it, the black and whites. She put her fingers on them, and then started to play a slow, but beautiful song. It was graceful. She swayed a little to the music. And she closed her eyes as she played.
After a few minutes, she played the last note, and rested her hands on her lap, and pulled sheets of music out of her bag and put it on the piano, and started to play a Beauty and the Beast song.
She sat down at the piano, and looked at the keys on it, the black and whites. She put her fingers on them, and then started to play a slow, but beautiful song. It was graceful. She swayed a little to the music. And she closed her eyes as she played.
After a few minutes, she played the last note, and rested her hands on her lap, and pulled sheets of music out of her bag and put it on the piano, and started to play a Beauty and the Beast song.