Opus OneChapter 11 Andante
Irina had just set the piano bench to the right height when Richard came into the studio. Three minutes early, she was pleased to note. "Good morning," he said. "Good morning. How is your first week?" Irina asked him as she settled into her chair near the piano, while Richard unpacked his books. "Busy, but so far so good." "Good, good." "What do you want me to start with?" "Play the Liszt." Richard sat and reached for the bench knobs out of habit, but found he didn't need...