TRAVIS’ P O V
When Joe got home from Dad's house, I noticed that he was acting strangely. He appeared disturbed as he sat in front of the grand piano, inexpertly playing an out-of-tune piece of music.
‘‘Hey, hey! Will you stop playing that? It’s ruining my eardrum…’’ I whined, waving a hand at him. ‘‘Is that how your piano teacher teaches you? I'm just wasting my money then...’’
‘‘No!’’ He pouted, giving me a sideway glance, his arms folded across his chest. ‘‘Miss Kat is an excellent teacher. Miss Pia even applauded and complimented me on my performance!’’
‘‘Then what are you doing?’’ I asked, my gaze fixed on his sharp one. Miss Pia had already told me how good my son was, and I was so excited to see and hear him play, and it would be amazing if he’d do it with Katrina, but
