Eric was glad that he hadn't spoken up immediately for the first piece. The second moved him equally, though in different ways. He watched Erik as he played, eyes carefully taking in every twitch of emotion that passed over his features. Noticing every sway and each twitch of the bow over the strings. It was clear to the vampire that this man very much loved his music.
They were pieces that he had not heard before. Given his long years, Eric found it impossible that there would be anything classically composed that he wouldn't know. It left him to conclude that Erik was also the composer.
The talent was enormous. Eric appreciated every ounce of it.
His attention never strayed from the man with the violin, he was rapt, though it might have appeared that he was unmoved. Eric had never heard things like what was currently coming out of that instrument. He had made the best choice for this endeavor.