[When it came to well placed words and purposeful intent, Kazuki wasn't always the most apt. He wasn't a manipulator. He could only be earnest. His music, however, could reach places that he otherwise could not touch. Everyone interpreted the meaning behind music differently, so a universal message often wasn't possible, but a general heart could usually be conveyed.]

[It looked like something had reached Annie. He couldn't be sure what it was, but he'd wormed his way in there somehow. And that alone gave him plenty of satisfaction -- To touch something that was guarded by walls that seemed impossibly high, and stir some real emotion in there.]

[Kazuki was infamous for his poor presence on stage, not because he was meek, but because he was too friendly with the audience. But today he managed a polite bow. The atmosphere was somber enough to keep him from getting too excited, like he usually did after a performance.]

Thanks for listening. [He responded in kind.] I've known the song for a long time. Anyone practicing classical music does. But I only really understood it a couple of years ago. You really have to hear it the right way before you can understand a song.