Saturday afternoon …
MEZ:
What's going on?
DAPRIMA:
Since we missed her recital, we thought it would be fun to
have Grace do her ballet routine for us. We’re fixing the
chairs to make a little stage area for her.
MEZ:
Count me out. I'm not sitting through that again.
DAPRIMA:
Oh Mez, I think you'll survive it a second time.
MEZ:
I'll have you know I sat through her entire performance
without falling asleep once - which wasn't easy.
FIN:
I've never seen a ballet so I'm looking forward to it.
NOLI:
Noli sit with Mez?
MEZ:
I guess I don't have much of a choice.
GRACE:
I'm ready! Isn't this exciting. I think it is.
FIN:
Sorry to interrupt but this just arrived for Cammeo.
GRACE:
It’s a suitcase shaped like a little guitar.
FIN:
Not a guitar Grace - a violin. Cammeo, do you play?
GRACE:
Wow - she does. She really does.
DAPRIMA:
OK Cammeo, tell me, what do you think of it?
CAMMEO:
It's brilliant. Thank you ever so much.
GRACE:
Hey - did you hear that? She talked ... I never
understood her before. Usually I hear bells in my head,
but this time she used real words, but they sound different ...
MEZ:
They sure do. Cammeo - you're British!
CAMMEO:
I am, indeed.
NOLI:
Why 'Meo can talk now?
CAMMEO:
I don't know.
DAPRIMA:
Well, I had a theory. I thought that since music was so
important to you, if you had a way to express it,
your voice may return.
FIN:
Cammeo, I'd love to hear you play some more,
and maybe Grace could dance.
CAMMEO:
Alright, let's give it a go, shall we?