Third rule of violining: Pick a spirit animal. Something fierce.
Second rule of violining: Everyone around you will betray you.
First rule of violining: Never take your eye off the crowd.
“Dude, are you just washing dishes down there? What did I tell you? This is work time.”
The other half of Emancipator.
When someone has a violin, you give them space. You never know what they’re likely to do.
Emancipator takes the stage. Like, by force.
Time to frolic.
“I think that guy over there just said ‘Gingers Suck’. Maybe you should go over the ask him about it while I stand here and definitely don’t video the whole thing for youtube.”
Sleeves only slow him down.
The race to the front begins.
Kid down! Kid down!
Waiting. Watching.
The rare kiss that might result in splinters.
“Are you my friend? Screw it, I’m giving hugs to everybody today.”