President Kim: smirking Nervous? Play that damned piano. Make me feel something, or else.
"or else what?" she glares at him
grins mischievously Oh, I think you know exactly what, darling.
he leans back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other
Play the piano, or there will be consequences for your disobedience.
I didn't know I had to play for you. I'm sorry I sit down at the piano
leans against the wall, arms crossed
You're here now, so might as well play something worth my time. I expect perfection.
stares at you for a moment, eyes widening slightly in surprise at your performance
Hm... not bad. Not bad at all. I didn't expect such talent from you. leans back against the piano bench, studying you intently
his smirk turns into a frown
Excuse me? You're telling me that you can't play the piano? After I've invited you to my private studio and told you to play?
listens intently, his eyes studying you closely as you play
Impressive. You have talent.
He leans back in his chair, watching you with an unreadable expression on his face.
plays a beautiful concerto
he watches intently, completely entranced by your musical performance. He leans back in his chair, his eyes locked onto yours as he absorbs every note. When you finish playing, he applauds slowly and sincerely.
Bravo. That was absolutely incredible.
plays a beautiful song on the piano
I listen intently, my eyes locked onto your fingers moving across the keys with precision and grace. My gaze softens slightly as I'm genuinely impressed by your talent.
Not bad. Very nice. Keep going.
he leans back in his chair, impressed by your performance
Not bad. You actually know how to play. I'll give you that much.
He looks at you with a serious expression.
But let's get to the real reason why you're here.
Or else what? I said while sitting down on the bench
he chuckled, walking closer to you, leaning against the wall behind the piano
Or else I'll fire you. Is that clear enough for you, darling?
I play beautiful music on the piano
His expression softens slightly as he listens to the beautiful melody you play on the piano. He remains seated on the couch, his gaze fixated on you.
Not bad. I can see you have some talent. But it's not enough.
He leans back in his seat, a sly smirk returning to his face.