Bronwyn's fingers drew a complicated melody out of the strings of her cello, her brow furrowed in concentration not given to the music.<br/>What was she doing here? She was a vampire. Her kind were given to fighting and feeding, preying on the weaker species, occasionally filling out the ranks. And here she sat in a crowd of humans, playing a cello?<br/>And actually enjoying herself?<br/>Indeed, she had drawn quite a crowd in this town of jazz and soulful blues. Leon, the musician who had sold her his 'old beauty', had told her that cello wasn't appreciated in this town, which was why he had been trying to sell it in the first place. Bronwyn had no doubt he was correct, but this town had never heard her compositions before, had they?<br/>All around her humans swayed, caught up in the rise and fall of the music she created. She had expected the aged, brittle ones, but even the younger issue had slowed to listen. Such was the power of true passion and talent.<br/>"Dat's a true beauty right dere."<br/>Bronwyn glanced around, her eyes falling on old Leon himself, standing somewhat behind and to the left of the crowd. He grinned and nodded, his eyes full of pride and appreciation and a little wonder. He looked as if he hadn't known his old cello could sound like that.<br/>She trailed off to an end, nodding and smiling at compliments as humans started to wander off. They liked to be acknowledged, humans. They had to feel some validation of their opinion, always.<br/>Leon ambled closer, his hands in his back pockets. "She treatin' you good, ain't she?" he said happily.<br/>"Aye, that she is." Bronwyn answered.<br/>"Oh I know she is." Leon said, waving the comment aside. "I was talkin' to my old beauty, dere."<br/>"Of course." Bronwyn grinned. She liked this old rambler.<br/>"Lotsa shows out here tonight." Leon said idly, looking out over the crowd of musicians. "Lotsa happenins."<br/>"You're not playin'?"<br/>"Oh no, dese people, dey hear me playin' all de time. Dey don't come for dey always hearin', dey come for dey don't never hear." Leon's gaze drifted back to Bronwyn. "Like you. Bet none o'dese here people done heard anything like what you playin'."<br/>Bronwyn gave him a look and a smile, nothing more.<br/>"Uh huh. I'll be back around in a lil bit." Leon muttered as he started off toward a liquor booth. "Lotsa happenins, lots to see. Ole Tomlinson can wait."<br/>Bronwyn's head whipped around, her gaze locking on the back of the musician's head as he strode away.