Jim and Sarah were excited about the piano concert, with a new artist they’d never seen. They settled into their seats, looking at each other.
“What do you know about the performer?” Jim questioned.
“Just that he’s supposed to be the best pianist ever,” Sarah replied.
The lights dimmed, and the performer took the stage. His mastery of the keys was mesmerizing, and the music seemed to come in multiple levels. He left to a standing ovation.
“That sounded amazing!” Jim gushed. “So many elements to the song.”
“Those eight arms on the performing octopus could only help,” Sarah reasoned.
“What do you know about the performer?” Jim questioned.
“Just that he’s supposed to be the best pianist ever,” Sarah replied.
The lights dimmed, and the performer took the stage. His mastery of the keys was mesmerizing, and the music seemed to come in multiple levels. He left to a standing ovation.
“That sounded amazing!” Jim gushed. “So many elements to the song.”
“Those eight arms on the performing octopus could only help,” Sarah reasoned.
