The Power of Music
It had been a day since Sabrina's owner returned from touring with her band.
That keyboard that traveled with her returned too.
Yamaha, was it?
Sabrina entered her mistress's room. Laura, the desk lamp, hopped over to the keyboard's side.
"Welcome back," Laura said. "We missed you."
Yamaha shook. "I'm glad to see you guys and not a sweaty tour bus." He looked around. "So, what did I miss?"
Laura laughed. "Liz made Mistress's hair dryer heat a rock for her."
Yamaha could hear angry noises coming from the bathroom.
Sabrina wheeled over to her closet and pulled out a stack of books. "Now which one do I want?" All of them were books of sheet music (Piano for beginners). She smiled. Her self-taught piano lessons began again.
She had to start somewhere, though playing keyboard with only one hand... err... cord was difficult.