[[ OOC: Great backstory with Violet. I liked it. =) ]]<br/><br/>Vangelos' fingers danced across the flute as he played. Bright notes trilled through the air. They came faster and faster, blending into a fey, joyful melody that leaped and crashed and leaped again, swirling in a musical tide. He closed his eyes and thought back to a time where he played this tune to a little girl and boy, and how they laughed and frolicked after him down the sandy beach, that gleamed with the setting sun's golden light. The boy picked up his pipe and joyed in. For a moment a complex harmony sighed and swelled, rich and sweet, bring Vangelos and the children into a new and better place. The bright yellow disk had just hid behind the horizon, taking it’s garment of bright colors with it.<br/>Then a shout rang out, and the music stopped as swiftly as it had come.<br/>The world was dark once more. Gone were the children, the salty air, and the warm kiss from the sun. Vangelos looked up to discover that Violet was still there in the bleachers.<br/>"I-I apologize." Vangelos said solemnly, shocked at the brashness of her words. He was crushed more than anything. No one had ever said such things about his music. He drew the flute from his mouth and placed it back in his sack. He brought his knees up to his chest and buried his head in his arms. He questioned how one was to remain joyful in such a bleak and uncaring world.