Kyte felt the girl watching him as his fingers danced along the strings and the music grew sweeter. The world seemed to slow and the sounds of the city became quiet once again. Kyte ended the sonnet and looked up at the girl and noticed she had an instruement. Kyte approached her, not sure if she would run or try to fight him away. He didn't know what to say or how to say it, she looked scared...no terrified of what was around her. These people scared her.
Kyte started to talk slowly, "So...you play as well?"
She said nothing.
"Why don't we talk somewhere quieter?" Kyte walked by her, not making eye contact or seeing if she would follow, but instead he began playing his violin and went out to the field he had slept in the night before and sat against a rock.