"I guess it could be worse."

"It certainly could. It could also be better, but it could definitely be worse."

"Where's the piano?"

"In the main living room. That way, past the stairs." She points.

Rebecca is going to go play piano about her feelings.

That's very reasonable of her. Mrs. Blake leaves her to it.

After a little while, she acquires an audience.

Ooh, an audience. Rebecca's mostly improvising, she doesn't have very many pieces memorized and her sheet music is all upstairs, but she's good at improvising, Mozart's-party-trick style.

Pretty!!

Eventually: "I lugged a bunch of sheet music along with me if you wanna hear anything I'm not making up as I go."

"Oh, if you like! I wouldn't begin to know what to ask for, though, I zero in on the Spice Girls whenever I'm picking through my aunt's music collection."

Rebecca riffs "a-zig-a-zig-ah" on the piano.

Delighted giggling.

Then she trots upstairs to go get her bag of sheet music since it should live at the piano anyway. Is Rosy a Phantom person, she seems like possibly a Phantom person.

It takes her a bit to recognize Phantom but once she does she is, indeed, very happy about it.

Oh good, she got it right. She can sing it, too.

Joy, delight, rapture, etc.

Rebecca needs to get up to pee after Prima Donna but then she will come right back if Rosy wants an entire solo Phantom-in-concert.

Rosy reacts to this prospect with Ectstatic Wiggling.

Rebecca takes a bow after the finale.

Applause. And happy bounces.

"Well aren't you a rewarding audience."

"In my defense you kept making pretty music!"

"It's my favorite thing, if school'd let me take nothing but chorus all day I'd do it."

"Aww! I wish it would. Everybody should get to have the thing they're sparkly about."