[i]Zach suddenly stopped, lowering his violin by a couple inches, his eyelids remaining closed. He, of course, disliked it when people interrupted him as he was playing; it was rude and thoughtless, but Zach remained calm. He opened his eyes, smiling at Violet kindly.[/i] "Thank you, miss, much appreciated." [i]Closing his eyes once more and placing his bow back on the G string of the violin, he began once again, absolutely milking the beautiful piece; the sound was strong and firm, the interchanging notes of the piece resonating throughout the village as the wildlife—birds, crickets, cicadas—fell silent, the only noise being Zach's violin playing.[/i]