"Very good!" Alina said, holding back her laughter. "Now let's put beats and pitch together. That makes a song." She tapped the chalkboard gently. "We'll start simple. Everyone repeat after me: 'Hello, teacher, hello!'" She sang it lightly in rhythm.
"HELLO TEACHER HELLO!!" the babies screamed back, completely off-tune but full of enthusiasm.
Her heart swelled. They weren't making proper music yet but their sparkling eyes, their energy, the way they tried, it was more beautiful than any perfect choir.
She took a deep breath and smiled warmly. "That's it, little ones. That's the magic of music. It's not about being perfect—it's about expressing yourself. Making your voices dance together."
The babies looked at each other proudly, as if they had just conquered a mountain. Boo spun in midair and shouted. "Boo is music king now!!!"
After that, she let them explore all the instruments one by one, though it was no surprise that Drake was drawn to every shiny thing he saw.
