Because you're a sadist, Karla. Stop. You can have one more after this, and THAT'S IT. XD

In the church, deserted on a Wednesday, John Jasper practises his piano for hours, playing the same piece over and over again, a piece written for a flute, which he plays as though it were written for piano. He is readying himself; within the hour the old reverend will come, and Jaspar will play him finer than any piano he ever touched.