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Here Inn, have three different, very much infected, people.
Romana has taken up the violin, her eyes closed as she produces a soft, sad song that would sound completely unfamiliar to those from Earth but might ring a bell to a few of the Time Lords out there.
A Gallifreyian song of mourning.
Lucy is positioned in front of a piano, something she hasn’t done in years. She knows she can play (wants to play) but she’s resisting. She knows something is wrong, something she can't quite figure out, even though she can feel it in the air
Her fingers continue to twitch and tingle. Oh they want to play, they want to play so badly.
And last but not least there’s Reid, awkward, wonderful, so completely and utterly not musically-inclined Reid.
He has found himself a corner and discovering that he can play the lute.
All are very much approachable, just be careful.
Romana has taken up the violin, her eyes closed as she produces a soft, sad song that would sound completely unfamiliar to those from Earth but might ring a bell to a few of the Time Lords out there.
A Gallifreyian song of mourning.
Lucy is positioned in front of a piano, something she hasn’t done in years. She knows she can play (wants to play) but she’s resisting. She knows something is wrong, something she can't quite figure out, even though she can feel it in the air
Her fingers continue to twitch and tingle. Oh they want to play, they want to play so badly.
And last but not least there’s Reid, awkward, wonderful, so completely and utterly not musically-inclined Reid.
He has found himself a corner and discovering that he can play the lute.
All are very much approachable, just be careful.