*melody nods encouragingly as kurapika retrieves the guitar and gives it a try, just as awed as he is to hear the fluent rhythm his fingers produce. she winks over at him, her chiming laughter rising above the clamor of the crowd.*

see? you're a natural!

*she slides the bow over her guitar's strings again, trembling her fingers at the neck to make a raw, warbling sound that serves as the background to kurapika's melody. it vibrates through the instrument and into her very bones, drawing out a gasp of delight.*

doesn't it feel good to play?