Disclaimer: I don't even own a violin. And the bass that I play isn't even mine – it's my brother's.

A/N: Just a drabble, written for practice. Hopefully more little drabbles and droplets will follow.

For Jordan, because she both prompted and inspired.



by Touch of Violet



Prompt: Violin


He felt completely out of place, cradling a large bouquet of sunflowers and walking through a crowd. He had even donned a suit for the night, making him feel that much more uncomfortable. She was in the back, surrounded by people, wearing a beautiful ball gown and holding a violin in her hands. He pushed his way through to get to her, letting out a silent breath he didn't know he was holding when she smiled at him.

Courtney excused herself from the small crowd of fans that had formed around her.

He held out the flowers awkwardly. "You were good."

A look of relief crept across her features and she took the flowers from him. She held them to her nose, inhaling deeply, before flashing him a smile. "Better than the usual racket I make, hmm?"

He shrugged. "It all sounds the same to me."

"Duncan, you are incorrigible."

He grinned broadly. "I'm going to take that as a compliment, because I have no idea what that means."

With a roll of her eyes she said, "My point exactly."

Word Count: 180