[The sound jerks the Balladeer out of whatever reverie he had fallen into; he startles where he sits, automatically moving his hands away from the guitar strings. Oh. Oh, Salieri...
He swallows harshly, then stands just long enough to go sit on Salieri's bleacher instead, next to him.]
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He swallows harshly, then stands just long enough to go sit on Salieri's bleacher instead, next to him.]