[ Sonia wishes she could clap along, but she must keep playing the piano. Her hands move quickly, hitting notes with the strict, rigid precision of someone who has learned the art from hoity-toity instructors flown in from Austria just for the purpose of teaching her. Her playing is very clinical; it's the musical equivalent of someone dancing every twitch and turn of a ballet role directly according to the requirements. It lacks the spontaneity that belongs to people who are born to be musicians, but it's pristine in its purity. ]

I am so happy...! You do me a great honor! It was such a delight to hear a song I am so fond of sung by a foreigner...! Ah... ah, it'd be so nice to perform for everyone else...