"So what is it exactly that you do... wait... oh, I think I get it, nevermind," Yewbough's faced turned slightly red as he figured out the profession that Shay implied by not laying it out explicitly. He cleared his throat and continued, "Well, I always believe in ladies first, not as in the lady working first, but as in the lady should enjoy her, um, you know, the man should perform first. So make yourself comfortable," he concluded, as he unwrapped his instrument.<br/><br/>It was a lute, and taking the centre of the bedroom floor like a stage he stood, the instrument supported by a strap slung over his shoulder. He opened with lively chords and a clear voice, singing a rowdy song and accompanying himself on the lute.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uAsV5-Hv-7U<br/><br/><em>Bye-bye, miss Varisian pie,<br/>Rode my horsie to the levee but the levee was dry,<br/>And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye -<br/>Singin', "this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die."</em><br/></div></div><br/>As the last notes trailed away, he gave a little bow out of habit.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Takes 10 for Perform 25