@dr-jillianā / answered: "Hey, blondie," Holtz slid less-than gracefully up next to the pianist once she stepped from the instrument. "Where'd you learn to play like that?" (I'm so sorry about her lol)
It was not often that the albino woman had admirers of her talent. And if she did, they admired from afarāāshe wondered if perhaps her visage of pale skin and paper-white hair was too jarring for them, as if she were a spectre in the world of the living. She adored the ebony and ivory keys without equal; they were all that she lived for, now.
Having retrieved her folded guiding cane from atop the piano, Fleurette tapped the side of her nose, a playful smirk plastering itself on alabaster features. She had spent quite some time fabricating a trivial tale of some boring and more importantly nonexistent piano teacher or another, and had it down to perfection. If anyone knew the truth about who she wasāwhat she was, what she could doāthen she might as well have still been rotting in that underground facility.
āOoh, curious, are we, madame?ā teased the lab rat.Ā āI had a teacher back in France, from a young age. But for the most part I am self-taught. Had to readjust my learning after, well, this.ā She gestured with the guiding cane in question.Ā āBuy me coffee, and maybe Iāll tell you my story. If youād like, that is. No pressure.ā
