Now, they were warming up their instruments to play for one another.
Maeve's fingers danced across the keys as she played song after song. Her fingers were already starting to ache, but she loved the ache of playing. It meant to her that she was doing well.
"Alright, Mia, Lu, what's your fav-favo-favorite song to play?" Maeve asked, turning around on the piano bench to face them. She studied their cellos curiously. Benjamin never allowed her to look this closely at his. His cello was basically his child.
Maeve glanced across the room and found it empty except for the trio. "I've never been in here when it's com-comple-completely empty. Usually there's someone lurking in the shadows or whatever, but it looks all clear today. Strange." She said, thinking aloud.
"You guys should play me som-something! And I'll play you som-something as well!" Maeve gasped excitedly. Her siblings never wanted to hear her play. They also never asked her to listen and critique them, so she didn't do this often. The perks of being the youngest child. Ignored and unwanted. Well, only unwanted sometimes.
"Being different isn't a bad thing. It just means you're brave enough to be yourself." ~Luna Lovegood