Post by Viktor Croswell on Oct 10, 2015 2:32:10 GMT
Open to any in the Theatre district. Special invitation to Edelweiss Fjäril
There were many productive things Viktor could have been doing. Being away from the city meant there was much to catch up on but there was only so much a man, who still considered himself a boy, could take. Of those things, he still had to build Stephen's bike--which, honestly he still did not touch--, the remains of his old home to be cleaned, any surviving items to be cared for, his shop needed to be kept, NK-5 needed to be taken to Amon, and many more things yet. After the piles of paper work he had helped Amon with, Viktor settled on time for himself so with Nikolai watching and running his shop for him, the red headed mechanic took up his violin and headed for the theatre district.
As usual, the district was congested with a sea of people and many other acts were already taking place on the streets but Viktor didn't care. He wasn't there to make money but simply to play. There was something absolutely delighting in watching someone enjoy something he made--like a bike, a cycle, playing music, fixing broken items. There was a nice little corner that seemed to be fairly low in traffic, or as low as traffic could get within this district, and with no acts claiming it decided he would. After settling in, he kicked his violin case away, swayed to the side back and forth as he shifted weight from right foot to left then back, shook his hands, lifted the violin's base to his neck then brought the bow to rest just above the strings. Already he could see eyes upon him but he didn't mind. He never did suffer from stage fright when performing. The music came easily when the bow touched to the strings and his fingers moved effortlessly along the neck of the violin to play the proper chords while his bow glided over the strings in various motions. The tune was a jaunty one because although the violin was commonly associated with heart wrenching pieces, Viktor always preferred uplifting works.
There were many productive things Viktor could have been doing. Being away from the city meant there was much to catch up on but there was only so much a man, who still considered himself a boy, could take. Of those things, he still had to build Stephen's bike--which, honestly he still did not touch--, the remains of his old home to be cleaned, any surviving items to be cared for, his shop needed to be kept, NK-5 needed to be taken to Amon, and many more things yet. After the piles of paper work he had helped Amon with, Viktor settled on time for himself so with Nikolai watching and running his shop for him, the red headed mechanic took up his violin and headed for the theatre district.
As usual, the district was congested with a sea of people and many other acts were already taking place on the streets but Viktor didn't care. He wasn't there to make money but simply to play. There was something absolutely delighting in watching someone enjoy something he made--like a bike, a cycle, playing music, fixing broken items. There was a nice little corner that seemed to be fairly low in traffic, or as low as traffic could get within this district, and with no acts claiming it decided he would. After settling in, he kicked his violin case away, swayed to the side back and forth as he shifted weight from right foot to left then back, shook his hands, lifted the violin's base to his neck then brought the bow to rest just above the strings. Already he could see eyes upon him but he didn't mind. He never did suffer from stage fright when performing. The music came easily when the bow touched to the strings and his fingers moved effortlessly along the neck of the violin to play the proper chords while his bow glided over the strings in various motions. The tune was a jaunty one because although the violin was commonly associated with heart wrenching pieces, Viktor always preferred uplifting works.