[This strikes a chord in Rachel. A memory -- something odd clicking into place. Another disappearance, another moment of pain, and her singing... something... what had it been? Her brow furrows in thought, and Rachel isn't aware that the device is recording quite yet, as she plinks a few notes on the piano of --
Ah -- Let It Be. But something so melancholy seems horrendously inappropriate for now -- no, something lighter, more hopeful, must be selected -- though Rachel appreciates the feel of the ballad. And without Kurt at her side, someone must represent the Beatles -- and all counterparts -- properly.
So, she begins to play. The piano is soft, sad, and slow -- and played with much thought and precision -- but when Rachel begins to sing softly, the repeating piano notes slide into second-stage next to her voice.]
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Ah -- Let It Be. But something so melancholy seems horrendously inappropriate for now -- no, something lighter, more hopeful, must be selected -- though Rachel appreciates the feel of the ballad. And without Kurt at her side, someone must represent the Beatles -- and all counterparts -- properly.
So, she begins to play. The piano is soft, sad, and slow -- and played with much thought and precision -- but when Rachel begins to sing softly, the repeating piano notes slide into second-stage next to her voice.]