Theo raised an eyebrow at the comment but said nothing. He was a Nott, he could spend all his days making perfectly horrid music and still not be considered 'starving.'
Or, he thought, an 'artist' either for that matter.
"Yes, a life better left to those skilled enough to manage it, I suppose." He started playing one of the few practice pieces he still knew all the way through. "Do you get to take many concerts? There was a symphonic group from Russia that played in Dover this past summer. Can't for the life of my remember the name, though. Had too many 'k's in it."