He played again. And this time, it was Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini. One could only have the same kind of feeling when he was with the love of his life. The music flew in the air and fill up the room. A room was full of loneliness and sadness. Every second passed was torture to him.
After he finished playing, he saw the dark and blank eyes of the bear. He pinched its face in a daze and asked, "Is it good?" To his surprise, he triggered the switch, and the bear started to move and gave out a childish voice, "Good morning, good morning. The best to you this morning. How are you? How are you? I hope you're feeling fine. And happy all the time."
He was startled. The sound was electronic and fake, but he was still shocked.
It repeated, again and again, the lyrics, as if it was his child that would be born in a few months. Each word crashed his ears and heart.
