[He watches him as he speaks, turning the words over his head for a few minutes before Miles returns with Allegretti.
He runs his hands across the cool black leather of the case, opening it and smiling a bit. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting his fingers linger across the suede and velvet inside.]
Then perhaps I'm merely a fair actor.
[Still, he smiles a bit, and looks at the three bows inside the case, picking out the simple ebony and wood bow he often used when playing in his studio. He took a moment to adjust the strings and rub a bit of rosin on them before setting it aside.
Allegretti was next, and he smiled when he untied the violin from the case. He stood, setting the case against the chair and picking back up the bow.
A few test notes to make sure she was tuned correctly, a small turn of the pegs. He closed his eyes, resting the violin on his shoulder and his jaw against the chinrest, touched the bow against the strings and began to play.]
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He runs his hands across the cool black leather of the case, opening it and smiling a bit. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting his fingers linger across the suede and velvet inside.]
Then perhaps I'm merely a fair actor.
[Still, he smiles a bit, and looks at the three bows inside the case, picking out the simple ebony and wood bow he often used when playing in his studio. He took a moment to adjust the strings and rub a bit of rosin on them before setting it aside.
Allegretti was next, and he smiled when he untied the violin from the case. He stood, setting the case against the chair and picking back up the bow.
A few test notes to make sure she was tuned correctly, a small turn of the pegs. He closed his eyes, resting the violin on his shoulder and his jaw against the chinrest, touched the bow against the strings and began to play.]