[She thinks about it for a moment, then flips pages in her notebook to a series of notations, and nods.
She arranges his hand a shows him a series of notes - an easy exercise that anyone who was raised in the 80s would recognize as the opening to Guns and Roses Sweet Child of Mine - she remembers this because it was the only song Grigori could play with her, and the only one he really gave a shit about.
Once he's got it:]
Okay, just play those notes, all right? Over and over, on my mark.
[She doesn't mind if he messes up, but once he's got those notes, she plays the rest - albeit an arrangement that makes her play over him a couple of times, but she's quick enough to manage it. She's done this before.]
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She arranges his hand a shows him a series of notes - an easy exercise that anyone who was raised in the 80s would recognize as the opening to Guns and Roses Sweet Child of Mine - she remembers this because it was the only song Grigori could play with her, and the only one he really gave a shit about.
Once he's got it:]
Okay, just play those notes, all right? Over and over, on my mark.
[She doesn't mind if he messes up, but once he's got those notes, she plays the rest - albeit an arrangement that makes her play over him a couple of times, but she's quick enough to manage it. She's done this before.]