"Perry, weird name you don't hear it often. I like it", he stated which made her give a soft thin smile, though she wasn't sure if the large grin on his face was mocking her or was simply delight. Sometimes she just assumed the worst since she was used to it, before he then brought up her brother. "Oh, brother", she told herself, as he asked, "your brother's having a party tonight isn't he?". Perry responded with a simple nod. Course, she wasn't invited, and was too uncool to be at Rex's gangbang. Perry didn't mind, she didn't like it anyway, and besides, none of her friends were invited, so if she was there, she'd have no one to be with, except be at the mercy of her brother, his friends and the older kids, all of which could take the micky out of her. How could the sound of her violin pass through the bass and all that rock rubbish music. She sure was passionate about the things she loved.
Nickolas then listed the instruments he can play before stepping back a little as her eyes were alerted to a white rodent he had in his pocket. Who carries pets around like that? She herself wished to have a pet, maybe a puppy who would grow into a strong dog and keep all the bad guys away from her. Course, Rex wasn't going to go out of his way to make her happy. No, that was too much. "So...I'm guessing you've had the violin for a good bit of time. It looks a bit aged but well kept almost like a child...Sorry, no offense sometimes I just can't shut up like this when me and my brothers were picking out what to do...Sorry".
Perry couldn't help but giggle while she too covered her mouth, before he asked, "So Ms. Turner tell me a bit about yourself, I've been a bit of a chatterbox so I feel kinda guilty", accompanied with the sound of his lyre which sounded divine. He really did know how to play from how well the strings sounded. "Wake up Perry", before she then responded, "Please, call me Perry. You'll sound like my teacher otherwise", she began. She didn't mind people using her name, but what she didn't like was people taking the mick of it, then twisting her name and calling her other stuff.
She offered up a smile, before continuing on, looking down to her violin, "This was given to me by my poppa, who got it from his, so it's been passed down. I just love the sound it makes. My brother disagrees, he sees it as old junk and would be one to sell it at auction if he got his hands on it, but it won't, it's my baby now". Suddenly going all red and immediately turned around to hide it. When those around took the micky out of her, she always had her violin to be with, and the closest thing she had, something she couldn't really explain and this guy couldn't understand, no matter how kind and genuine he seemed to be. He could always be adopting a different approach, getting on her good side, lifting her up, then she finds herself falling from a mountain.
Wishing to shift the attention back to him, seeing that he seemed more confident than her, she then asked, "How did you get into playing the strings?". He had said how sometimes he couldn't shut up, but actually having someone to talk to, and having someone speak to her and not leave her like what tended to happen, it was something, comforting maybe, showing she was not a complete outcast....