Music room

I come here after school to play my violin or flute...

*comes in and takes her violin*
*plays a few test notes*

*comes in carrying a sheet of music*
*takes his own violin*

Here are the notes.
*puts them on the note stand*
Now listen...
*starts playing*

*listens intently, looking over the notes as he plays*

*stops playing*
Have you felt it?

*nods*
I have.

*smiles*
Good, then. You may start.

*we both start playing the beginning slowly*
*he corrects me a few times*
*we continue repeating parts and playing new parts of the composition*

*stops playing*
That is enough for today. It is late.
Go and rest.

*nods*
Yes, Grandfather. Thank you.
*puts her violin where it was*
*leaves the room*

(this is what we played: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6VL9TFvYyKI)

*comes in and looks around the room*
*shrugs and takes her flute*

*looks for a sheet of music*
*finds it and puts it on the note stand*
*starts playing*

(I played this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jAJ4i1L3y5M)

*stops playing and sighs*
*leaves the room*

*skips in and takes her flute*
*plays a few test notes*

*takes a deep breath*
*starts playing*

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KPDqDkR2mk4&feature=related)

*stops playing and smiles*
*puts flute back where it was and slips out of the room*

Emi walked in silently, and picked up her violin gently. She began playing softly, feeling as if her heart was spilling over the melody she was making.

What made her so sad?

It did not matter, Emi thought as she finished playing.

Now she could only wait.

Emi put her violin down and walked out silently.