[earlier this evening]

audio;

[Hushed voice.]

Cousin, remember well the lessons had. Tis the hour of trial. Play true, nay! Play from thy heart, for that is what t'will listen.

[rustle, rustle, rustle. Clunk of a hollow wood object. Strumming of chords for a few seconds. And so begins a guitar serenade 'neath Cindy's window.]
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