Gina sat on the sofa and played the stringed instrument in her hand with agility. The notes he played seemed to have an effect on the air around him so that it looked sparkling.
As if there was a magical power in every note she played. She had just learned the tunes of the song in the last few days. Even Modesty noticed there was something strange happened in their house, everytime Gina tried those clasical songs.
Modesty said that she couldn't help but be drawn to the music. It was as if the notes were calling out to her, pulling her closer. She walked over to where Gina was sitting, and listened as the music filled the room. The longer she listened, the more she felt a sense of peace and calm wash over her. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before.
