[ Grinning, Orpheus slings the strap over his shoulders and plays a few experimental notes, to make sure it's still in tune. It is, of course. It's never played a sour note yet, and it probably never will.
The song he chooses is one of his own compositions - a lively combination of a wedding march and a jig, whirling and energetic, building up and up upon itself in complexity before slowing back down to something almost contemplative before the finish. As the last note rings out, he looks up at Salieri, looking positively elated. ]
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The song he chooses is one of his own compositions - a lively combination of a wedding march and a jig, whirling and energetic, building up and up upon itself in complexity before slowing back down to something almost contemplative before the finish. As the last note rings out, he looks up at Salieri, looking positively elated. ]