"Sister Tin, you don't understand, some things, once lost, can't simply be picked up again. The mindset I had back then is gone; to play now would be a tune without a soul. I don't want to ruin James Carter's stage," Jane Sampson said, her eyes downcast. After she got married, she rarely touched the piano again.
The passion she felt for piano playing as a child, that joy that sprang from deep within her soul, seemed to have been gradually eroded by time and the grind of life.
Rock Bell opened her mouth to speak, but James Black suddenly interrupted the conversation.
"If she says she won't go, then just reject it straight away." James Black's stance was much more assertive than Jane Sampson's.
Rock Bell frowned slightly and looked at Jane's face. She kept her head down, not daring to make eye contact.
It occurred to Rock Bell that perhaps when Jane said she didn't want to go, she really didn't want to go.
