[ It's hard to miss the way Yujin lingers over the instrument, capturing his attention even more than the music that slowly starts to drip out of the record player like warm honey. That was the beautiful thing about jazz; it could be loud and brash, or slow and easy. This selection was the latter, a muted trumpet sounding out a lonely melody, slowly joined by a rattling snare and thudding bassline. ]
Oh c'mon, it's nothing. [ He picks up the viola, tucking it under his chin with practiced ease before remembering that fleeting touch. ] Do you play?
No, not at all. [chuckles Yujin, just a little self-effacing:] I haven't the gift at all. But listening to a well-played violin, now... that is a treat.
[He sits back, enjoying the meandering sound of the record and watching Jake with a relaxed expression on his face.]
A dear friend would play for me all the time, many years ago.
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Oh c'mon, it's nothing. [ He picks up the viola, tucking it under his chin with practiced ease before remembering that fleeting touch. ] Do you play?
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[He sits back, enjoying the meandering sound of the record and watching Jake with a relaxed expression on his face.]
A dear friend would play for me all the time, many years ago.