"I'm going to take accordion lessons," Taylor said to Daniel.
"Really? That's interesting," Daniel replied. "What made you decide to do that?"
"My mom and I were going through my uncle's attic this weekend. He has to go into a nursing home. We found his old accordion. I never even knew he played."
"Did he remember playing?" Daniel asked, knowing that Taylor's uncle's mind had been failing lately.
"When I brought it downstairs, his eyes lit up like candles," Taylor said. "He immediately remembered playing it when he was younger. We talked a lot about it."
"That's cool!" Daniel said. "Does the accordion still work well?"
"It needs some refurbishing, but yes, it will be playable."
"Who gives lessons around here?" Daniel asked.