Lizzie admits that Mr.E did have two practical skills. She had always been unable to tell the differences between the various compositions. In her eyes, soft piano music is a human hum, needed in the restaurant, but not too loud, or someone will flip the table. The passionate violin solo was her nightmare, because she always felt that the bow was not consulted on the strings, but was on her breaking nerves. As for the brilliant symphony, whether she can endure, mainly depends on the hand of the playing card —— if a bad hand, she can only quietly slip away. Mr.E's opera, but completely without that unbearable feeling. Even if she knew nothing about music and had never succeeded in enjoying a symphony, she could feel Mr.E's musical attainments. He changed into a dark gray dress, stood

