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The music would suddenly change, taking on a familiar note but keeping to the waltz.

A melody built in the Alfarsi ballroom, the orchestra stomping to the occasion with massive sound. As the music galloped up in scale, it filled the hall with anticipation and emotion. The music seemed to jump a key, repeating the rhythm before growing, falling, growing, falling. Then, the strings truly began, leading down as the song surged up.

Suddenly, a shift. The listeners were brought in from a storm of percussion and brass, into a romantic leading melody of string. Zosimos had returned, taking up a position in the corner to listen for now. He waited...And there it was. The strings rang through with their starting melody, falling into his favorite part. He gently waved a hand along with the music, accenting on every third. Nodding his head on the sharps, Zosimos felt himself observing the ballroom dancers as they began to assemble again.