11-30-2014, 04:55 AM
Vlad finally had to stop, his fingers were raw and cold. He placed the violin gently back in its case before he looked at his fingers and hissed. He had played till his fingers were just about bleeding. He sighed and dug in his pocket with the hand that had held the bow the whole time and took out a tube of ointment. He places a little on his fingers and rubbed it in gently. I can hear you breathing...did you like my playing?" He asked softly as he pulled his violin case to his chest and looked at his now ointment covered hand.
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