“Miss Nina, please perform a song." Someone interrupted loudly. "Miss Nina."
Nina crossed her arms in front of her chest, her hands tightly holding the harmonica, her hands starting to sweat, but she still tried to keep a smiling posture, not revealing any tension or discomfort.
"Miss Nina, do you want to try playing the violin?" The woman brought the violin because she knew that the violin was not like the piano; if you don't know how to play it, you can't play it.
When the instrument arrived in front of Nina, in her eyes, the strings sparkled as if there was some kind of magic. She stared at the strings as thin as hair, suddenly feeling a sudden excitement. That excitement made her reach out to catch the violin.
Leonard looked at Nina, his hands slowly clenching.
"Where is the appla
