[b][u]Lumen Solis, Lux District
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The streets of the tourist district in Lumen Solis were always packed. It was, after all, the district that never slept; regardless of the time, day, or weather, there was always some sort of festival, parade, party, or something of the sort going on.
Tonight, there was a festival celebrating the invention of whatever useless object you might find. Hundreds of people wandered through the stands, participating in activities, buying items, watching performances, etc.
One such performance attracted a great amount of attention. There was a stage set up in the middle of the road, with four people on it; in truth, they were total strangers. Most looked rather average. There was one man with black hair that fell flat on his head and sapphire blue eyes, who held a violin in his hands; and another man, with a head of blond hair and brown eyes, holding a viola. Then there were two women, one with long, ginger hair and green eyes who played the cello, and the other with short, brown hair and blind, dull brown eyes, also playing the violin.
It was quite obviously a string quartet, albeit a very spontaneous and makeshift one. But they each sat down nonetheless, and after a moment of discussion amongst themselves, they began to [url=https://youtu.be/9geT-_wYPo0]play.[/url] To one who didn't know too much about music it was a very good performance, each musician with good tone and intonation. But if one were to know the piece, they'd see flaws that simply came with the fact that this quartet was thrown together within minutes, four total strangers playing together for the first time.
Most noticeably, the violinist with black hair and the cellist stood out in comparison to the other violinist and the violist. Part of it was due to the parts they played, but the other part was them simply being so much better musicians than the other two. Not necessarily technique-wise, but in the amount of passion they played with, the emotion they put into their music. It caused the other two to lose a little bit of their confidence, but they played well all the same.
Eventually the piece was over, and each musician stood up and bowed. The audience clapped for a short bit, then went on their ways; and so did the musicians, who after exchanging a few parting words, would go their separate ways.
It appeared as though the female violinist, the violist, and the cellist were all headed home. But for the male violinist, the night was still young. He could afford to give a few more street performances, and so down the road he went, violin in hand.[spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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