[ Shortly after the evening's arrival, Guilford thought it was finally time to sit down, clear his mind, and practice. The shutters were likely poor insulation, but his hut was hopefully a good distance away from the others so that the sounds of his violin would not disturb anyone already asleep.
Guilford tried, with several false starts, to
play a tune that (to those were familiar with him) had not been played in some time. In truth, he had been practicing back at home for some time, but his skills were nowhere near those from his youthful days.
Not to mention, it's hard to play properly when one is this tense. ]
((OOC: Pardon the lack of network activity, as he is not in the habit of broadcasting his failed attempts at Chopin. ^^; Feel free to use this post to call him for completely unrelated reasons, though, if you wish~ ))