Marlene's jaw clenched, and she found herself at a loss for words.

Laura, ever the peacemaker, chimed in, "Let's set business aside now.

We should be enjoying ourselves."

When she caught sight of a piano, Marlene's idea sparked. “Laura, you were such a gifted pianist. It's been ages since I've heard you play.

Would you grace us with a performance?"

“Uh... It's been ages since I've played," Laura said.

"Don't worry about it. Playing the piano might be a nice way to unwind." Marlene, remembering Laura's seven-year coma, reconsidered.

"Actually, Laura, you've just recovered. You should rest. Maybe next time? I'd love to hear you play on my next visit."

"It's okay. I'm not too tired. I'll play one song," Laura responded modestly.

The room burst into applause.

"Your modesty is too much, Laura. I still remember the last time I heard you play; it was unforgettable.”

“Absolutely! Laura's a musical prodigy."

“Never thought I'd get to hear Laura play tonight. What a treat.”

Laura acknowledged their praise with a smile and took her place at the piano.

The hall fell silent, everyone's attention fixed on her. They were prepared to applaud regardless of her performance, understanding her long hiatus from the instrument.

Yet, as the melody flowed flawlessly, everyone was astounded.

Laura's excellence defied expectations.

Despite years away from the piano, her skill was undiminished.

Her performance was flawless, a genuine pleasure to listen to.

As Laura rose from the piano, a wave of applause filled the room.

“Bravo, Laura! Had I not known about your recent recovery, I'd think you'd been practicing in secret. You're incredible.”

“Absolutely stunning!"

Laura's smile was timid as she responded, “I've spent some time practicing since waking up. Thank you, everyone."

"It's no surprise you're hailed as a musical prodigy, Laura. A few days of practice and you're already back in form." Marlene, who lacked any musical talent herself, looked on with deep admiration.