more musical stuff, huzzah

... She could see his feet; she stared at the ground and was about to go past, but— “Miss Delahay,” said the faintly accented voice. “Where are you going?” She looked up and gasped in incredibly fake...he glared pure disappointment down upon her. His eyes rained guilt. “There isn’t a but, Miss Delahay,” said Demyan. “You are late for your lesson. You will learn two pieces for tomorrow, instead of ...