[Lestat continues to play until the song finishes, letting the last notes hang in the air. A sigh leaves him and he smiles, looking at his pretty young lover. He looks so much like his Juliet waiting for him in the window.
Lowering his hand, he rests it against the instrument.]
I wrote it for you, A-Ling. What do you think?
[Wrote it for him to be played on Jin Ling's favorite instrument too.]
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Lowering his hand, he rests it against the instrument.]
I wrote it for you, A-Ling. What do you think?
[Wrote it for him to be played on Jin Ling's favorite instrument too.]