A young man sawin' on a fiddle...
It's dark but the street corner he's taken up is well lit. He's standing with his violin in hand, case open at his feet and eyes closed. He's been there for a while and his pocket is filled with change and a few loose bills.
He starts playing again, not a song that anyone would know, not anyone from this era anyway. It's a little slow, a little sad but still nice to the ear.
It might look that he's lost in the music but he's very much aware of his surroundings, it's getting too late to let your guard down.
However, this doesn't mean he's not distractable, not at all.
He starts playing again, not a song that anyone would know, not anyone from this era anyway. It's a little slow, a little sad but still nice to the ear.
It might look that he's lost in the music but he's very much aware of his surroundings, it's getting too late to let your guard down.
However, this doesn't mean he's not distractable, not at all.