Nico’s gaze bounces between the display wall of string and brass instruments and the drum set before landing on the black grand piano. “Piano.” “Really?” If it weren’t for Rafael insisting that Nico practice the piano and violin at least twice a week, I doubt he’d bother with anything but the drum set. Usually, I have to pry the drumsticks out of his hands. “I want to try something new today.” Nico heads for the bench with a pinched expression that tugs on my heart. I take a seat beside him, ignoring my impulse to ask him what’s wrong. “Show me what you got, little rock star.”
