[The Balladeer shrugs, and wanders over to pick up an oboe at random. The difference is immediately palpable; he's not exactly sure how to hold it, or what he ought to do with his mouth. He does not know how to play this. But he gamely imitates what he's seen and makes an attempt anyhow. It's a horrible doot.]
Well, that makes sense. I'm supposed to be singing during all my appearances, I could never do something like this.
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[The Balladeer shrugs, and wanders over to pick up an oboe at random. The difference is immediately palpable; he's not exactly sure how to hold it, or what he ought to do with his mouth. He does not know how to play this. But he gamely imitates what he's seen and makes an attempt anyhow. It's a horrible doot.]
Well, that makes sense. I'm supposed to be singing during all my appearances, I could never do something like this.