Sylvia was skeptical of learning instruments. Her father had tried to make her learn violin like Brianna when she first moved to America but she had put a stop to that idea pretty quickly. Still, she did as she was told and plucked the string. When it made an actual sound similar to what Apple had been doing she looked up at him with a wide smile.

"Well shit," she said. "You're a good teacher" she joked around.

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"Very nice!" he encouraged her, setting her fingers again. "Now play this chord and then go back to the original," he grinned. "You'll be leadin' the band with uke solos in no time," he joked.

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