The bow touched the string, and the melody enveloped the room.
The first note was a long, haunting pull. Each note that followed was softer than the other, as if meant to bring peace through this sound alone.
Reis had barely any experience with this, but Ann's practiced movements were flawless. He definitely had hope as a musician or anything along that line.
Many hearts were stolen that moment, and it was just the beginning. Eyes that fell on him once could no longer move away.
It was as if his own softness intensified the tune.
Captivating. It was simply captivating. Entrancing even those who were there to shun him. A song that seemed to be reminiscing about an old friend.
Most people knew the tune. Reis chose something Ann was most confident in playing since he was relying on muscle memory and actual memory.
But when he played it was as if it were the first time they heard the piece.
