"I wouldn't!" Hazel said with a grin, replacing the mouth piece when it had been polished to her satisfaction. "Though you may think I'm poking fun when you see what I've got for you to play."
And she plucked the first colorful sheet from the stack, passing it to Ernie. As her fingers brushed against the page the simple lines sounded, just a series of five notes, repetitive to the point of insult to a more seasoned player.