The man swung out the arm holding the bow to his fiddle, and the apple rolled along it as if guided by the hand of god.
This was not, of course, the case.
He flicked the apple skyward, tucked the bow and the fiddle under his arm, freed a hand to catch the red pink and green beauty.
He took a large bite of it, with white teeth in blue gums flashing a moment. For a moment, he was somewhere else, you could see it in his eyes, focused on some far distant point. His dark brown eyes slid towards Genma, and for a moment he was looking through his audience.
Then his eyes were focusing, he was standing up and taking a sweeping bow. "Pleased to meet you," he said in a rich and mellow tone. When he stood, the apple had vanished, and he was stepping off the wooden platform he'd been sitting on.
At first glance it looked like an abandoned porch, or maybe a stage.
On second glance, if you cared to take one, you'd see it wasn't a porch or a stage. It had a different function entirely.
"Won't you guess my name?" He held his hat over his heart and smiled, expectantly.