The next day arrived as if nothing had happened. Mr. Kain walked into the rehearsal room with his usual composed air, expression calm and instructive. There was no trace of the man who had almost harassed her in his office yesterday. No awkwardness or guilt. Not even avoidance.
If anything, he seems more attentive to her.
"You're dragging the third note," he said mildly, tapping the edge of her music sheet. "Support from your diaphragm. Now do it again."
Elara stared at him strangely for some seconds. This isn't how she had expected him to react today. It was as if she had only imagined all what had happened. As if the person in his office yesterday isn't him.
She forced her jaw to unclench and sang again.
He corrected her posture. He even took time to go through her notes, marking small improvements and offering suggestions in that same calm, mentor-like tone.
