After his 'conversation' with Cordelia he had his choices. Either he could take it out on her and her fellow 'man' or he could soothe himself. It was easier to take the higher road. Perhaps it would even effect the Zombies, who knew?
He found himself down in the Grand Lobby of the main house, where a rich expensive black grand piano sat. It was an antique that he had picked up around the time the things were first created. He had loved it the instant he had set eyes on it. Taking a seat at on the bench, he lovingly caressed the ivory keys.
Before he knew it his fingers began to drum out the well known composition 'Poet and Peasant' by Franz von Suppe. The sound, though locked away behind the large oak doors of the lodge, traveled over the entire compound. Not an inch of the Ridgeway was untouched by the classical music, as if it were over loud speakers. There wasn't a note out of tune, not a single miss-struck.
The furious way the music swelled, spoke of his temper. As it slowed and lulled it drew his anger out with it.
(ooc: since my zombie expert is a sleep, I figure you can decide if your characters and the zombies they're fighting are effected or not.)
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