[Salieri listens to her play through. He recognizes the tune, of course. It's a rather common, basic one, but she performs it well, smoothly, following the melodic line. He can't help but feel a swell of pride underneath his ribs for her; clearly this isn't something she's done before, but she's doing it beautifully, no matter how simple it is.
Farrah finishes, and he's about to give her some applause for a very excellent performance when she speaks, and he quiets, listening. There's concern, at first, for how she hesitates, and he's about to get up to steady her, and reassure her--
But then she blurts out: It's Father's Day.
Salieri goes very still in his seat--those feelings of pride that already warmed his chest now seem to expand, spreading, going tight in his throat as he feels his eyes sting. Father's Day.
He almost defaults to taking a moment to respond, but she's also clearly anxious and he doesn't want her to worry. So instead he just stands, making his way towards her, arms opening even as he speaks, voice rough with emotion:]
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Farrah finishes, and he's about to give her some applause for a very excellent performance when she speaks, and he quiets, listening. There's concern, at first, for how she hesitates, and he's about to get up to steady her, and reassure her--
But then she blurts out: It's Father's Day.
Salieri goes very still in his seat--those feelings of pride that already warmed his chest now seem to expand, spreading, going tight in his throat as he feels his eyes sting. Father's Day.
He almost defaults to taking a moment to respond, but she's also clearly anxious and he doesn't want her to worry. So instead he just stands, making his way towards her, arms opening even as he speaks, voice rough with emotion:]
Farrah, my dear girl--