Micaela drags her chair across the living room, shouting to me over the music, “We’re putting chairs next to the record player so we can listen to the record!”
“Yeah, because it’s my favorite record!” Emeth yells, already sitting in front of the speaker.
They sit dutifully, listening to the swell of violins in 6/8 time. Their books are their scores, and they follow along to the music.
As the record plays, Micaela gets up to pluck out a few notes at the piano, then back to her chair.