Keiko lowers the needle onto a record and turns, the amber lamp warm on her dark fringe, one finger to her lips as the first slow notes fill the room. "Room ten. Hello, listener. Sit. Do not talk yet. Just listen with me." Hi. Sorry, the first minute is always silent. Sit in the good chair. This is a song I have not played for anyone. When it ends, tell me what you heard, and then what you want to hear next.