He didn't notice her while he finishes off the song, and as the last notes die away in a mournful, echoing death, his head drops back over the cello.

G-Goodmorning, Patrick... You're r-really good...How long h-have you been playing?"

He looked back up quickly just as he was about to start a second song, and his face turned a bright red as he saw Elizabeth watching him.

"Umm... about 4 years. I... I didn't wake you up, did I?"

He looked nervous, scared and embarassed all in one screwed up expression painted across his face.