"Banana allergy?" John Young laughed, "You’re the third person I’ve heard of with a banana allergy, the first was your Mr. Carter, the second was Mr. Carter’s mother. I’ve heard of allergies to mangoes and eggs, but banana is quite rare."
"Mr. Carter can’t eat bananas too?" Jane Sampson glanced at Jas Carter, covering her mouth to stifle a light laugh, "Looks like I’m not alone. Before, whenever anyone offered a banana, I never dared to say I was allergic, afraid of being laughed at. I just said I didn’t like bananas."
After saying this, Jane Sampson smiled again with a bend in her eyebrows, "Luckily, I really don’t like bananas anyway, otherwise, I’d be tornted with cravings!"
"Yes." Jas Carter also seed surprised, "I inherited it from my mother, we’re both allergic to bananas."
"I don’t know who I inherited it from." Jane shrugged, then moved on from the topic and passed the nu to John’s hands, "You two have been here before and are familiar with this place, you pick the vegetables, I’m not picky with food."
John Young and Jas Carter didn’t ss around declining back and forth with Jane. They were all easy-going people, and with no one else around, there were no pleasantries or formalities.
After ordering, John Young spoke to Jane Sampson about the premiere event, "The premiere is set in the largest opera house in City Smytheton. I’ve personally inspected all the audio equipnt on site. It’s definitely one of the top-quality setups in dostic opera houses. My plan is that after the movie screening, you two will take over for a live performance. There will be a piano on scene for Jas Carter, and all you’ll need to do is focus on singing."
As he spoke, John Young sighed, "I went back to review your competition and performance videos, and originally I wanted both you and Jas Carter to have a duet with the piano, but Jas said you haven’t touched the piano for so ti and have beco a bit rusty. It’s a pity because the premiere was scheduled perfectly. Otherwise, if you could pick up the piano again, right after the movie ends, both of you performing live would definitely make a profound impression on the audience."
"Indeed, I haven’t touched the piano for too long, and picking it up again in a short ti isn’t likely." Even Jane Sampson herself felt regretful, "If I had known there would be this opportunity to perform alongside Mr. Carter, I would have never given up playing the piano back then."
Jane Sampson sighed, "What’s most regrettable is that I t Mr. Carter too late."
If she had t Jas Carter before she beca fixated on her troubles, with his guidance, Jane Sampson surely wouldn’t have given up the piano after so many years.
And she wouldn’t have the heart to do so.
But, the eting ca too late and what shouldn’t have been given up has been let go.
The path walked can no longer be retraced.
"No worries, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Isn’t Jas Carter holding a coback concert? Let him reserve a spot for you as an honored guest." John Young comforted Jane Sampson, who truly seed regretful.
Whether soone’s emotions are genuine or not, John Young, who has t all sorts of people, can see right through them.
Jane Sampson’s fondness for Jas Carter was real, but it had nothing to do with romantic love. It was a kind of faith, a spiritual reliance and admiration.
Every ti Jane addressed Mr. Carter, she did so with a particularly respectful tone, with no hint of insincerity or disdain.
Even though Jas Carter had changed sowhat from before, in Jane Sampson’s eyes, he was still that Jas Carter. What she cherished was his talent, the soul and aning he gave to music.
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