[ Elliot listens to the story attentively. It's a fairy tale he hadn't heard before, so he's not sure what to expect. But as he listens, he seems to also be lost in thought and idly plucking at the guitar strings, as if trying to envision the right melody for this tale. A warm and soothing melody for the mother and doll, sinister themes in minor key for the stepmother, an uneasy melody for Baba Yaga that grows in discord as time goes on...
Eventually he seems to grow unsatisfied with using the guitar for this. He puts the guitar down gently and reaches down to his stuff. He pulls out a strange green and silver violin. Yeah, he was a lot more comfortable playing on this. Violin is much more fitting for russian fairytales anyway. And so as she continues the tale, he'll play a bit of experimental melody to fit the mood. It's no concrete piece yet, he's just testing things. Still, it's easy to tell he's skilled with the violin.
When she finishes, he'll lower the violin to applaud]
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Eventually he seems to grow unsatisfied with using the guitar for this. He puts the guitar down gently and reaches down to his stuff. He pulls out a strange green and silver violin. Yeah, he was a lot more comfortable playing on this. Violin is much more fitting for russian fairytales anyway. And so as she continues the tale, he'll play a bit of experimental melody to fit the mood. It's no concrete piece yet, he's just testing things. Still, it's easy to tell he's skilled with the violin.
When she finishes, he'll lower the violin to applaud]
Bravo! That was a really good story!