Nicole approached the piano. She didn't sit; she just leaned over the lid, looking at the pages of sheet music scrawled with Elara’s frantic pencil markings. "Rachmaninoff. The 'Heavy' hands. You’re trying to muscle through the crescendo. That’s why you’re hitting the wall."
"Yes?"
"You see?" Nicole asked, keeping her hands on the keys. "You’re tensing your shoulders. That cuts the connection between your back and your fingertips. You have to breathe." nicole aniston piano