Finally, the little firstie carefully reached into the stand, and undid some buckles so that he could pull out the cherry-wood colored cello, and move with reverence onto the chair he had picked out. The end pin was adjusted out to a carefully memorized length before the cello was set against the chair, and watched to make sure it would not move. Then, came out the bow with shockingly white hair, which he quickly rosined up.
This accomplished, he sat down in the armchair, and adjusted the cello into position. The first draw of the bow across the string resonated in a crystal liquid echo around the room as he tuned the instrument. Patrick's eyes had closed during the process, and they did not open as blind notes turned into a steady melody, and the strains of Danny Boy played mournfully, slowly filled the common area, showing clearly that the young boy had some talent, and the cello was clearly of good quality.



