So you will find in the chapter two of those things " * "
When you see the first one you have to listen to this: watch?v=lUjY8MveRwE
When you see the second one you have to listen to this: watch?v=v_kPcArH02s

Hope you enjoy it :)

It was raining outside. Not a stormy rain, but an autumn one, when the water drops fall on the red leaves of trees. There was no one outside, or inside the castle. They had all disappeared. Only remained Sansa and Willas in his cabinet, the large windows offering them the view of the wet roses and the dancing leaves of weeping willows. Willas was teaching Sansa how to play viola. She had learnt how to play music, but Willas wanted her to be a musician, someone who could take an instrument and make it the source of melodious sounds, so beautiful one could feel them in every inch of his body and control every of his moves.

"No. Again."

He was calm and quiet. But he was serious and strict too.

"Your fingers."

And she was playing, always playing, thinking only about the music. Not good enough.

"Stop. And listen" *

His hands wandered on the viola for a while. He played, softly at first, a melody she had never heard. The rhythm got faster, his eyes always staring at his own hands, ordering them to produce the most beautiful sound in the world. When he had played his last note Sansa understood. He was a musician.

"How?" asked she

"Discipline. If you listen to me, if you do what I ask, you will, one day, be a musician. Discipline."

"Whatever it takes. I want to, like you do, take an instrument, and make it mine. Making it saying for me, my deepest emotions."

"You will. I promise."

She was wearing a light dress, and yet it seemed still to heavy for her. She needed space, more space to let her move her arms, the way she wanted. Playing a music is physical, thought she.

They just played and played for an hour, maybe two.

"Stop, stop..."

"Why? Am I not doing it right, I thought..."

"No, no, no. It's not you. It's your rhythm."

He let the viola, stood up and took her arm.

"What are you going to do?"

"Play the one for the Braavosi Ceremony please" *

"Yes."

She took the instrument and started playing. Willas, in front of her, raised his hands and began to make his fingers dance at the rhythm of the music. The fingers moved, one by one, until the hand and the arm joined them. His face so still and serious he kept dancing with his arms, and hands and fingers, and his leg. One step, two steps, three steps, raising hands. He suffered, yes, but he wanted her to understand.

Always following the rhythm.

"You see Sansa, it's the rhythm which will give the music you play, harmony. And without harmony, you cannot call it music. I will teach you, Sansa, harmony and rhyhtm."

"I would do anything to learn it."

He laughed. "Haha, would you?"

"Yes."

"If you insist, my sweet wife, I will teach you how to make music, the way I was taught."

"Who taught you?"

"A woman. She was older than me. She taught me the subtility of music, of emotions, she taught me to touch a viola as you touch your lover's body.. This is why, Sansa, I do not think you are ready for this."

He was looking at her, on her chair, as she was staring at the window behind her. Avoiding his gaze.

"I am. And I will."

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