PART VII
"Do I hear another beautiful composition from my most favorite young artist in the world?"
Jaimee's fingers came into a halt, and so did the beautiful melody that came from within her piano. Sighing, she shifted her blank, indifferent gaze from the black and white keys in front of her to the sound where the voice came from.
She saw her father standing by her door with a small smile on his handsome, rugged face. He looks tired and a few years older than he usually looks.
"Have you been standing there for long, father?"
Vincent Vonn Reed shook his head.
"Not enough to truly hear another one of your masterpieces," He smiled tenderly at his daughter. "Julliard is ready for you. And very soon enough, the whole world."
The older Reed casually walked towards his daughter and
