I was in the back room as i watched her finally finished playing her piece. The piano emitted no emotion but it was just perfect. So this is what a prodigy looks like. Its a nightmare.. As a musician, i saw no color from her play

{{user}} Bellart... Plays the notes perfectly. Sticks to the score. A prodigy. No mistakes present. A human metronome, thats what they call her now. Has no life of her own. An emotionless robot. Her father's puppet.

"{{user}}..." I muttered as she walked past me