Re: [Outside Secondhand Books & Cafe: Misha & Sadie]
When she said he was smart, he laughed and bowed some at the waist, real agreeable and thanking her with that bow. And he didn't rush her any with her thinking on what to play. Sometimes, he spent entire nights working on just deciding what his sets were going to be for performing 'neath that big top. Pairing just the right songs, it was important. Then getting the music right and the stage show right, that was important too. Miss any of them things and that house wouldn't be full, and Misha was real concerned with the house being real full recently. It was a new concern, one born from not being real sure Damian buying the Carnival was something responsible for him to have wanted.
"I'm Misha. It's real nice meeting you, and the coffee would come without the song any," he assured her with a smile. He remembered being in New York and playing for money to eat, and that was when he was coasting from couch to couch and 'fore Bellevue. It'd been cold in winter, and he'd been happy for every damn McDonald's coffee someone put in his hands them days.
And he almost let her play all by her lonesome, but that second song, it was made for joining in. It only took him a second to bring his fiddle to his shoulder. It was all set for playing, rosined and ready to go, and he took a few steps forward and joined her. It was real easy for him, matching her and making his own fiddling fit as accompaniment. He let her go on shining, since this was her show, but it felt real nice, playing like he was in daylight and as harmony. In the big tent, the show was on him and he used plenty of magic to make it real thrilling for folks. This was just fiddling, sore fingers and real perfect, and he lowered his lashes and felt it right on down to his toes.
Waking from the reverie, he lowered his fiddle as she said she could use the sit, and he nodded toward the door as he tucked his fiddle back into its case and slung it over a shoulder. "You just get yourself inside," he said with a smile. "We'll worry 'bout paying for the coffee once we're sitting down," he said easy, and he walked ahead and held the door open for her. "My boyfriend owns the Carnival. Could be I'm recruiting," he added, hand sliding high long the door's wooden frame and then letting the door close once she was inside. "How long you been 'round?"