[She listens. It's the strings. She finds them enchanting. She also finds herself dancing just a smidge as she enters the ice cream shoppe, and even more so as she walks down the sidewalk with a cone in hand. She gets a pair of elderly strangers to shake their hips along with her during the third movement, the old couple laugh and smile when she finally passes along, enjoying her dessert; the duo hobbles to the the ice cream shoppe with a renewed spring in their step, enjoying the melody they enter the parlor looking for a treat just as lively.]