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</div></div><br/><br/>Music filled the air without effort, like the waves filling holes in beach sand. The sound rushed in and around every person present within the room. Some of the Casa Marianella guests, residents and staff reacted to the beat, others continued on in their chatter of conversation, but the music always spoke to them in some manner. A lively tempo could elevate them, lift their spirits, or move them from their seats to the dance area, like it had for Tony.<br/><br/>Slow tempos allowed a relaxation of the mood as well as the ambiance of their gathering. Before Amadan's melody filled the air every person in the room was an island, with it they all felt the same tidal flow and ebb and the beginning of togetherness and its warmth. That was what Convivio was for. Held on the last Sunday of every month except for Thanksgiving and Christmas.<br/><br/>Convivio served as a moment to pause, give thanks for life, food, music, and a supportive community to pass the tempests of the times. Amadan had completely become one with the tune he was playing, as he leapt about the stage with his head bowed, and his shoulder lying into the rest as his bow resounded over his strings. While Fernando played exceptionally well, his tune came with sheet music.<br/><br/>Amadan played the violin as if it were an extension of his body. A man possessed, his innate skill was prodigal. None of the songs he played on the violin came from a sheet. The musical notes were imparted in his gypsy upbringing, passed down through generations of practice. excellent listening abilities, and word of mouth. Amadan transferred the musical notes within his head, and transmitted them through the air.<br/><br/>The rapidly fast crescendo multi-harmonic sound rose and fell as he played, and its alluring pace encouraged people that were sitting in their seats to start dancing. Amadan twirled and kept pace with the lilting melody, following Tony in his line of vision. He could see that the detective was having a fun time at Convivio, and any reservations that he might have had upon his arrival were now absent.<br/><br/>It was a nice change of pace for Amadan to witness, that Tony could put his hair down and have a good time. By the time Amadan wound the song he'd crafted on his violin down to its conclusion, the crowd of people were on their feet in applause. It appeared that he'd outdone himself, the guests, volunteers, staff and residents had barely recovered from the first time Amadan had played his violin for them at last month's Convivio. He was just that good at playing the violin. Thanking everyone for listening, he took a polite bow and as he left the stage, sent a wink towards Fernando.<br/><br/>"Buen intento! Mejor suerte la próxima vez mi amigo!" Amadan replied, with a mischievous grin.<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><br/>Amadan's comment was received with a chorus of laughter from Fernando and several other Spanish speaking guests around him.<br/><br/>Amadan's performance was the last musical act before the end of the event, and to close out the night they had fireworks outside in the mild weather. Having been separated due to Tony being preoccupied with meeting and greeting others and getting a few dances underneath his belt, as well as Amadan's having to serve for part of the meal and perform he finally caught up with him. Standing beside Tony in the circle, Amadan spoke.<br/><br/>"I hope you enjoy tonight, To-nee. Please remember to come next month for another Convivio. But if you cannot wait that long to see me, maybe we go out to eat sometime? I have favorite food, Mexican. Or Tex-Mex. I try different food here in America. You ever hear of Juan Gallardo's? I eat there before. You should come with me. Then you get to know me better. I'm not...bad person. Like everyone think."<br/><br/>That was the way the night ended, but Amadan was able to at least exchange his phone number with Tony in case he just wanted to talk, or hang out. Amadan became very lonely without his family but at least he still had his friends and family at Casa Marianella to support him and provide him with enough work to keep himself busy. Still, he hoped Tony would take him up on his offer of the date. Maybe considering it a date was overthinking things. but the thought that Tony would accept pleased and excited him as well as the spider within him greatly.