[The slower song catches him off guard for a moment. It's unexpected after cheery tune after cheery tune. He stills his bow once again and closes his eyes, allowing himself the chance to enjoy rather than play. It's a haunting melody, one that makes him think of the Scottish moors he's never had a chance to visit himself. A banshee on a high cliff, surveying a death procession as it passes.
Beautiful.
When the violinist finishes, Geordie puts down his bow to clap.] Bravo!
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Beautiful.
When the violinist finishes, Geordie puts down his bow to clap.] Bravo!