“You know what, I’m not doing it,” Rose announced to the entire audience. One would think that she confessed to a murder judging by the ambience’s sudden shift to disturbance.
“Why not?” One of her colleagues asked. They had already forgotten about the times they mocked her behind her back.
Rose saw through them. If Xander performed in front of them, they could praise him till it sucked their souls dry if it could. As a result, they would gain his favour. Buy Rose wasn’t going to have it.
“Because I can’t sing and play piano at the same time. I came prepared to play on my own, not to sing, and especially not as a duo,” Rose explained not only to her colleagues, but to Anna and Xander as well.
“Surely, with such talent, you can sing, too. You play without barely ever looking at the key
