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Her fingers glide across the piano, smooth in some places, hesitant in others. The first few notes play again and again (she hasn't figured out the rest yet); hearing the melody warms her heart with familiarity. She's happy.
Nick finds her in the late afternoon, grinning and sitting in a corner with an electronic keyboard that's just a few octaves short. The instrument stays barely balanced atop a stack of unloved legal books. Slowly, so he doesn't startle her, he steps forward.
"Maya?"
"Hm?"
"It's good, but I think the song's in the wrong key."
"Nick! You know the Steel Samurai theme!"
He can't deny it.
10/23/07