Sherlock stormed into the sitting room and grabbed his violin. He then played a piece so well that I was captured by the sound. After he was done, I applauded him. He turned around and smiled.
"Thank you Watson, at least you have good taste in music." He said and flopped into his chair.
"What do you mean Holmes?" I asked with a frown.
"I don't get why people like rap and dub step so much. It isn't even music. Real music takes talent to make. Today anyone can get in."
"Ah," I said with a small smile, "that is why you were so upset when you came in."
"Sadly, yes. Where has all the nice music gone? Has it died out already? I only know a few young people these days willing to learn how to pick up a bow and learn to play a real instrument."
"Holmes, I can't say that everyone should agree with you, but I do feel like the talent in music has dulled a bit. But that doesn't mean all of it has gone."
"How are you sure?"
"I guess you want to go and listen to the orchestra tonight?"
"By all means yes!"