He didn't even pause, just kept on playing as he looked over at her with a grin, leaning slightly in her direction as he spoke. "Yeah, sure. I don't mind."
Henry had never been stingy about it. As far as he was concerned, music was for everyone. Anyone could enjoy it; they just needed to be in the right frame of mind. That was why he liked this place, though - everyone could appreciate what you did, in one way or another, and the effort (or lack thereof) that went into it. For him, it was all about the freedom to create and enjoy art, in whatever form it took.
And maybe the marijuana helped with that, but hey. No one here was judging.
"I want to hear it when you're done," was the only price he named, though he wouldn't be against a drink or two later. He was just curious how she'd make it work on the strings.
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Henry had never been stingy about it. As far as he was concerned, music was for everyone. Anyone could enjoy it; they just needed to be in the right frame of mind. That was why he liked this place, though - everyone could appreciate what you did, in one way or another, and the effort (or lack thereof) that went into it. For him, it was all about the freedom to create and enjoy art, in whatever form it took.
And maybe the marijuana helped with that, but hey. No one here was judging.
"I want to hear it when you're done," was the only price he named, though he wouldn't be against a drink or two later. He was just curious how she'd make it work on the strings.