Page 125 of Sunrise By the Sea

‘I was,’ said Marisa, stammering. ‘But, ehm . . .’

She decided it was best just to change the subject.

‘That’s an incredible piano.’

Alexei let out a half-sigh, half-groan. ‘Oh yes. Come look.’

He held out his hand so she could clamber up on stage. His huge paw holding hers was cool and dry; it felt incredibly comforting to have her hand in his.

He opened it up.

‘This . . . What a dream,’ he said.

‘Is it worth a lot of money?’

‘It is,’ he said. Very quietly he started to play the theme fromPirates of the Caribbean, which was prettier than Marisa remembered, but he kept taking glances at her.

‘What?’

‘Nothink. You just look . . . thank you,’ he said.

‘For what?’

‘For being kind when Lara came.’

‘Well. It’s hard to get over people.’

He frowned.

‘What do you mean?’

‘I can see why you didn’t get over her.

He shook his head.

‘But I am over her.’

‘But you were so sad.’

‘Because she said I am terrible composer and haff wasted my life!’

‘You’re kidding.’

‘Just like you,’ he said.

‘Oh no,’ said Marisa.

There was a pause.

‘But,’ said Marisa. ‘I thinkyouare terrific.’

He looked down at the keys ruefully.

‘I will never be famous composer. I will never own piano like this.’

‘Couldn’t you just be a wonderful teacher?’ said Marisa. ‘And a great player? Most people would love to be able to do that.’

Alexei looked at her. ‘Oh, Marisa. You cheer me so.’

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