Weston chuckled softly at Anahid’s compliments. “Kind of you to say but no,” he shook his head, “it’s not for me anymore.” It was a dream from a life that wasn’t his anymore. More yet, it was the dream of the person he no longer was. “It was a long time ago.” And he had lived long enough to know that there was no going back.
He smiled at her quietly murmured praise and said, “I’ve had a lot of time to perfect my ear for music.” He had seen the most brilliant of musicians come and go. He had watched music change and grow and evolve. Time and experience had taught him to recognize greatness. And as all that had happened he had grown to truly admire music. “You have excellent taste as well.”