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him. Hell, we'd been in a
youth group together and played a good part of the east coast during the
summer.
    I
sighed. "I gave them up. The scholarships I mean."
    Thayre
stared at me. "And your folks? There's no way they were happy about that."
    "After
paying as much as they did for my lessons? I'd think not. As for when I last
played, it's been  over three years."
    Bret
had always complained about the noise it made. At first, I played when he
wasn’t around, but after I was told time and again not to do it, and with my
passion pretty much gone, I...stopped.
    "Such
a shame," Thayre said.
    "How
so?"
    "Not
for your folks but...Moyra, you used to keep me up with your music. Not
literally of course, but we wrote the most catching melodies. Think you still
have what it takes?" He cocked an eyebrow at me.
    "Depends
on the emotion you’re after."
    "Any,
so long as it’s raw."
    "Anger
would work then? Because I don't think I can do happy. Not yet at least."
    "Anger's
a great inspiration sometimes."
    "I
take it you're talking from experience?"
    He
scoffed and then smirked when I looked up at him again. "How else can I
write music?" He made a flippant gesture with his hand. "Come here. I
want to show you something."
    I
took his hand and followed him to a door leading down into his basement. He went
first, and I followed, all the while wondering if I was already getting in too
deep with a guy I barely knew. You hung out all the time during high school. Yeah, twelve years ago.
    Once
college came into the picture, we went our separate ways, and when I met Bret,
well...one can see how that ended
up.
    "Here
it is," Thayre said, nodding to the room.
    I
looked wide-eyed at what should’ve been his basement, but it was so much more
than that.
Sure, one side appeared to be used for storage along with a ping-pong table,
but on the other side was what could only be
described as a very large glass box. And inside the box?
    "My
sound studio," Thayre said, walking toward it.
    I
studied the various stringed instruments behind the glass. "You weren't
kidding about playing most of them, were you? This must've cost a fortune."
    "A
small one, maybe. I suppose I could've rented them and taken lessons, but I'm
more of a play by ear and at my own pace kind of a
guy."
    It
shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did anyway. Thayre had an amazing ear for
music. In fact, the few times I'd gotten stuck creating my own melodies, he'd
helped me figure where a scale was wrong or where I may have forgotten a few
beats. I never expected it to carry on well into his adult life. In our mid
thirties and, looking at him now, it was as though nothing had changed at all.
    "Want
to go inside?" He laughed as my mouth hung open a bit.
    "You...you’d
let me?" My attention quickly settled on the violin closest to us. And
suddenly, all I wanted to do was play. To put bow to strings, close my eyes,
and let whatever happened happen. I hadn’t realized how much I missed my old
violin until Thayre had offered me the chance to play his own. "But, it’s
your baby."
    It
was the truth. For as long as I could remember, he was as protective of his
violin as a mother was of her child. He didn’t even leave
it at the lunch table with friends while he went to get something out of the
café. The damn thing went everywhere with him, and now he was offering—no,
asking me to play it?
    He
frowned and crossed his arms over his chest, and my God, if his arms were as
toned as his shirt made out—
    "Moyra?"
    I
shook myself awake. You’re here as a guest, remember? Not that I
needed another man in my life anyway, but the thought was tempting. "Hmm?"
    "I
was asking if you wanted to gawk at it all night, or if you’d prefer going inside?"
    I
managed a nod and stepped closer to the glass.
    Thayre
opened the door and gestured for me to go inside. I'd been in a sound studio
once before, but it was never like this.
Along the far wall was a set of monitors, keyboards and two