When the boy went silent, Damien only sighed in frustration. Too bad. He was hoping there would be somebody with whom he could duet. Not that the boy would be his first pick, especially with an instrument as unfamiliar as his, but he always did enjoy having somebody to play with. Rather, he much preferred somebody who could sing. His voice was fine, perhaps from the reactions of the patrons, it was better than fine, but he always felt others were better than him. Until he found a partner, he relegated himself back to his solo playing. At the request of the loud man by the fireplace he strummed a few more chords.<br/><br/>Sifting through his memory bank, he drew up another tune. He did not know the words to this song, but he knew the melody more than well. Perhaps somebody in this establishment knew it and could jump in? With that thought, though not expecting it, he began.<br/><br/><div class="bbMediaWrapper">
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