Ryan turned to confront her, his appearance stern.
“I possessed talent once, too. I had that opportunity, but you seized it from me. Now, I realize it was all absurdity.”
“That’s incorrect,” Lily stated, her voice unwavering.
“You don’t accept that, Ryan. And it wasn’t me who removed it. Your parents declined to back you.
They never acknowledged your aspirations. I understand that pain, but don’t inflict it on Jay.”
Ryan’s gaze wavered, but he shook his head. “It’s my choice.
Jay will not engage in music.”
Lily’s voice elevated with feeling. “End this, Ryan! It isn’t just!
You’re rejecting him something he cherishes because of your personal rage—rage at me, rage at your parents. Jay merits a chance to be himself. I could locate another instructor for him, but he requires this.
You cannot destroy this aspiration.”
Jay’s voice was faint, but his words were distinct. “Please, Dad. Just hear me.
Permit me to play.”
Ryan observed Jay, something easing in his expression. After a lengthy silence, he nodded gradually. “One instance,” he said quietly.
“You may play once.”
Lily released a breath of relief. She escorted Jay back into the school and directed him onto the stage. He took his position at the piano, his fingers finding the keys.
As he played, the space grew quiet, fascinated by the loveliness of his music. Lily glanced at Ryan, and for the first time, she observed tears in his eyes. “That was my preferred sonata,” he said to Lily, his voice subdued.
“I never possessed the ability to play it.”
Lily smiled gently. “So, does that signify…” she began, but he nodded, giving his silent consent. Lily’s heart expanded with honor as she looked at Jay, sensing that he might represent her greatest achievement.
