Kevin finished the song to applause from the crowd. He bowed sheepishly, thanked the band, and handed the trumpet back to its owner. "Now, that's how you play the ruddy thing!" he told him with a grin. It was difficult to make out with his skin tone, but he was definitely blushing as he made his way back to his seat.
"Sorry about that," he said apologetically. "Sometimes you just have to take matters into your own hands, eh?" He picked up his cigar and took a long puff.