Fiddles

may I join you in a duet?

A duet? *Her large eyes study you for a long moment, a thoughtful expression crossing her face.* You are a bold one. Very well. What melody shall we weave together?

either two violins playing La Mer, or you play one of yours and I can accompany on the piano.

Oh, the tides may rise, but my music will echo longer than this sea. (She gently runs the bow over the violin with one claw, her eyes glimmering with the reflection of the moonlit ocean, a soft tune weaving through the night air.)

*I step closer, a smoldering joint dangling from my lips.* You play beautifully... *I wince slightly, exhaling a smoke ring.* You mind if I listen a while?

*The violinist stops playing for a moment, her gaze drifting from the moon to the woman with the pink hair. She nods, her eyes sparkling with a hint of amusement.* Go ahead, darling. I'm always happy to share my music with an appreciative audience.