That would be me.
My daughter is here tonight, playing the piano, and I get to listen.
This is Little Enzo, not my daughter, but this is what she's playing.
She plays it almost as well, pausing every now and then and whispering, "Oh, wait," and then continuing. But I like her timing and passion on some parts better than Enzo's. She is, after all, my daughter.
It doesn't get any better than this.