I see... I figured you were just that good, but that means...

*Kurapika plays a last resounding riff on the guitar before putting it neatly back down. He then launches himself into the air and lands further back on stage, on the seat behind the drum set. He's never considered himself particularly rhythmical, but right now he feels inhabited by some strange power that's taken control of his body. He grabs hold of the drumsticks and starts tapping out a rhythm that gradually gets faster and louder, then simmers down again to give Melody's guitar the spotlight back. Perhaps it's his own feelings that are streaming out through his fingers, like a cork in him has been unstopped, triggering a tremendous release.*