"Just venting some frustration," Hans admitted. "I have a long way to go before I am fit to play at a musicala."
He still felt somewhat uncomfortable with the act of improvisation, of having some say over where the notes fell as opposed to just mirroring what some doubtlessly wiser composer had set down as standard.
"Will you play with me?" he asked, hopeful. "I would sound much better with a fiddle to accompany..."