The Roof, Thursday Evening

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Henry was playing his violin again. He'd mistakenly bought some modern sheet music, Shostakovich. The piece featured terribly dissonant chords, and a generally unpleasant effect. To its merit, the piece was wonderfully technical, and Henry's fingers played it with a certain polish.
But that didn't stop it from sounding really ugly.

[ooc: Unless your character’s a masochist like Henry, feel free to have them yell at him. Roof remains ever open.]