Under a tree, relaxing

[Anonymous]

Leslie gently lifted her violin out of it's case, and tightened the bow hair slowly. Once everything was prepared and tuned, she began to play. She made it up as she went along, a slow gentle melody. It was sad, scared, hopeful. Leslie danced in a way that appeared as if she was following the violin, and it led her.

She continued this in the shade, humming along after a short while.