Willow
Willow glanced at Mira. "Well, then I guess we should keep going, even if we've lost half of our audience!"
She grinned wryly, and sighed. "But we're left to hold this open now, so come on, Mira. Let's get going. You start, if you'd like, and I'll try to follow along with whatever you come up with. Shouldn't be that hard."
Willow tucked her redish fiddle under her chin, and tried hard not to worry too much about what might've happened. She lifted her bow, and, and waited for Mira to start the song.
She looked around the Inn. So many of the people had chose to dash out, while others were still there, sitting, and waiting. It was such a different sight, so different from what Willow knew.
She smiled, and awaited Mira's start, so she could follow in with whatever song the other hobbit chose.
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