[ connor closes his eyes, trying to focus. then he touches the keys, unsure at first. just random notes. but then he starts to play something - something he's deciding on his own. it's not classic, this time, but more like the jazz hank likes so much. a little sad, a little hopeful. something his own. ]
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[ connor closes his eyes, trying to focus. then he touches the keys, unsure at first. just random notes. but then he starts to play something - something he's deciding on his own. it's not classic, this time, but more like the jazz hank likes so much. a little sad, a little hopeful. something his own. ]