[ Oh, this is familiar— Mozart danced with the devil in the last few years of his life, and if the Foreigner were a little less polite, Mozart might have been reminded of Goetia's Pillar, Amdusias.
He laughs to himself, soft and under his breath, before he shifts the tune again. This time, the melody isn't a preestablished piece; it's an original, improvised to match the melancholy of his new audience member's rational approach to music. ]
Nothing? What a heartbreaker! Here, sit down. Right here, if you'd please.
[ Continuing the melody with one hand, he shifts and pats the space beside him on the piano bench. Insistently. ]
please... i'm just a nerd, and i love your boy already... cherish him
He laughs to himself, soft and under his breath, before he shifts the tune again. This time, the melody isn't a preestablished piece; it's an original, improvised to match the melancholy of his new audience member's rational approach to music. ]
Nothing? What a heartbreaker! Here, sit down. Right here, if you'd please.
[ Continuing the melody with one hand, he shifts and pats the space beside him on the piano bench. Insistently. ]
Come on, don't be shy.