[Ben waits out her near argument, still ready to take his sketchbook and go if he is unwelcome for any reason. He wants to help, not insult or annoy her.
He sits down beside her when she moves over, though, unflinching and without another word about anything but what is before them now. He sets his sketchbook down carefully on the floor under the bench, straightens and folds one hand in his lap, the other reaching for the keyboard.]
That's because you are only beginning. When you began to read and to write, none of the symbols made any kind of sense. This is only an auditory version.
There are only seven distinct notes. They repeat, and the keys on the keyboard match. Pressing this one - [He pushes middle C, then his gaze flicks up to Vin, pointedly down to the matching key an octave lower.] - and that one will produce the same sound an octave apart.
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He sits down beside her when she moves over, though, unflinching and without another word about anything but what is before them now. He sets his sketchbook down carefully on the floor under the bench, straightens and folds one hand in his lap, the other reaching for the keyboard.]
That's because you are only beginning. When you began to read and to write, none of the symbols made any kind of sense. This is only an auditory version.
There are only seven distinct notes. They repeat, and the keys on the keyboard match. Pressing this one - [He pushes middle C, then his gaze flicks up to Vin, pointedly down to the matching key an octave lower.] - and that one will produce the same sound an octave apart.
Try it.