The idea of making any kind of music was so far removed from the conditioned march of Annie's thoughts that the mere suggestion startled her a little. It seemed like such an outlandish suggestion.

"I—" she began, and faltered with the surprise of the thought, eyes rounding. "No. I never have. We weren't allowed back home."

After another moment's hesitation, she peered back down at Chase. "Do you think I really could?"