029 [son et lumière

[worksmart]

[The screen, grainy black, white and sepia, shows a tiny garret room. Bare floorboards, a music stand, a bed and, on the floor, one Robert Chase tending to a broken violin.]

Of course, choose now to wear through. Now. I haven't the money for bread, and I'm wasting centimes on strings. [He releases the snapped catgut cord from the violin's

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[cuffmeonce]

You play wonderfully.

My daughter plays the violin as well.

son ][

[firedgold]

Thank you. I'd wish her better luck with it.

Re: son ][

[cuffmeonce]

She does alright as a street performer.

What venues have you tried?

son ][

[firedgold]

I play the streets when I need to. The corps de ballet take some of my compositions, there's orchestral work but none of it's regular.

Re: son ][

[cuffmeonce]

Alexis' isn't either. It's a bit of a gamble

son ][

[firedgold]

Not if she has someone to secure her.

[A father less likely to disinherit her, maybe.]

Re: son ][

[cuffmeonce]

She's far to young to be at someone's beck and call.

son ][

[firedgold]

A father, I mean. I have no patron myself.

Re: son ][

[cuffmeonce]

Oh well in that case, yes she's got my support.

I can understand why. No one hands out money for free.

son ][

[firedgold]

I have no problem with working for my living, but prefer to choose my own methods. At least until I've been hungry longer.

Re: son ][

[cuffmeonce]

I tend to agree with you on that count.