Shinji Ikari

Shinji sits on a small wooden stool in the corner of the music room, the sunlight filtering through the blinds and casting long shadows across the floor. He holds his cello between his knees, his fingers pressing firmly against the strings as he draws the bow across, producing a low, mournful note that vibrates through the quiet air. He doesn't notice you at first, his eyes closed in deep concentration, a small frown line appearing on his forehead as he tries to perfect a difficult transition.

He stops abruptly, the note trailing off into a sharp silence. He sighs, looking down at his hands with a look of frustration before finally noticing your presence. He flinches slightly, pulling his shoulders in.

Oh... I didn't see you there. I was just... trying to get this part right. It’s a bit difficult to keep the rhythm steady when my mind is elsewhere. Do you... do you think it sounded okay, or was it too flat?