My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 457

Thoughtless After over an hour, Shirley finally stopped plucking the violin strings. Instead, she was on all fours, staring at it. Although innocent, the darkness in her eyes appeared soulless and thoughtless. Genevieve walked over. Sitting cross-legged at a spot that was not littered with dolls, she picked up the violin. Shirley looked up and gazed at her. With the help of her tools, Genevieve tuned one string at a time. She then plucked the string to produce a crisp, pleasant note, and Shirley’s eyes widened in amazement. After a long while, Shirley reached out to play the instrument herself and found the tone just as pleasant. She seemed to enjoy the sound very much, as she could not seem to keep herself from playing it. Genevieve did not interrupt her. When the girl grew tired of it, Genevieve plucked another string which Shirley copied right away. Her face was alight with a smile at the pleasant chime.

quickly she picked up on the uptempo tune she played on the violin. It appears that the child isn’t slow. It just depends on whether or not she finds something interesting. “The tone sounds a little bland if you pluck the strings with your finger,” Genevieve said gently, picking up the violin bow and placing the violin on her shoulder to play a brisk, jaunty rendition of Woodland March. Shirley’s interest was immediately roused. She crawled up and sat cross-legged to watch the violin in Genevieve’s hands closely. Genevieve placed the violin on the ground when she was done. “If you want to play a lovely tune with the violin bow like I just did,” she said softly, “you need to know where every note of the scale is and where your fingers go on which notes.” Genevieve saw how Shirley’s eyes followed her moving fingers and knew that the girl was absorbing every word of hers. After showing Shirley the notes of the scale, she played a

children attempting to learn the violin would have difficulty even recognizing the scales by ear. However, it only took one round of explaining and another of demonstrating for Shirley to learn it from imitation alone. Genevieve was initially planning to teach the child in the morning and head to the production company in the afternoon, but she lost track of time upon seeing how serious Shirley was. It was already dark outside when Shirley mastered the way to hold a violin and play a tune with confidence. Jan rushed upstairs upon arriving home. “I’m terribly sorry, Ms. Rachford. I know I said I only