[RP] [Intended for Zoe but if someone happens to be wandering by...]
It's not too far past dusk when Zoë will hear two strange things. The first is a tapping at her window, as if someone had thrown a few pebbles at it. The second is the sound of a violin floating up to her on the night's breeze. If she'll come over to her window and look out she'll see Johnny standing below her looking up with a grin and playing one of the songs he learned on his most recent walkabout. The name had seemed fitting enough for his audience.