Tara had managed to make her way into her music class, she got around by habits. Her teachers let her leave a bit earlier than the rest of the students so she didnt get caught up in the hallway traffic. She was sitting behind one of the keyboards in the empty classroom, fingers moving expertly over the keys in some classical tune, sounding imperfect because it was on a keyboard and not a piano.
Either way, Tara enjoyed it, she didnt need her eyes to play, it was one of the things she could still do exactly the same.