Oh, she knows that kind of look. Is that the kind of game she wants to play? She sees too the mischief, and the hinting is impossible to miss.
She shrugs again, light and airy. "The performance reflects the player. I don't think it should take asking a violinist to know the caterwauling that would come from undisciplined strings. I can scarce imagine such a child would know to tune their own instrument."
But that's only the answer, and still leaves the question. She'd cross her arms if her hands weren't still full with bow and violin.
"So," she says, conversationally, "what spurred the interest?" There's certainly some kind of underlying issue if she wants to unleash the hell that is screechy, five-year-old string music.
I wondered about that! it's okay
She shrugs again, light and airy. "The performance reflects the player. I don't think it should take asking a violinist to know the caterwauling that would come from undisciplined strings. I can scarce imagine such a child would know to tune their own instrument."
But that's only the answer, and still leaves the question. She'd cross her arms if her hands weren't still full with bow and violin.
"So," she says, conversationally, "what spurred the interest?" There's certainly some kind of underlying issue if she wants to unleash the hell that is screechy, five-year-old string music.