Finishing the song, Vergil almost put the instrument away but instead started another one.  Falling into the music, and not even realizing it, Vergil started to walk down the hall and back into the lobby, never missing a beat the whole way.  A part of his mind had taken mild control over the rest of the young man, wanting to share the gift he had with everyone around him, just as he used to so long ago.  So, without realizing he was in motion, heading to what some would say social suicide if it didn't go well, Vergil walked into the main lobby again, his violin tucked under his chin and balanced on his right shoulder perfectly as his left hand moved the bow across the strings in a melody that stirred the soul and broke the heart into so many pieces before being reborn again.<br/><br/>When it was over and he came back to himself, Vergil took one look at the crowd and ran as if the hounds of Hell were on his trail.  What in the world had he been thinking?!  Slamming the door shut, Vergil leaned against it and slid down, wishing he hadn't been born until he passed out right there, his violin still in hand.<br/><br/>Nuttin but stringz - Broken Sorrow (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2S3WtJYgy1Q#)  (What I had in mind without the other instrumental stuff in the background obviously lol.)