One thing he basically enjoy was playing the cello. He could do it for hours and hours especially when he’s doing it for the purpose of self-entertainment and enjoyment and not having to please any audiences. He sat there with his fingers pressing on thick strings made out of human guts and his other hand holding the bow gently, grinding it through the four said sturdy strings. He was playing Bach’s Allemande suit no. 1 in the empty practice room and he was so deep into his music that he couldn’t even hear any mortifying ringing noises in his ears anymore. His soul was basically drowned in the beautiful piece him and his cello was creating - and he was glad and blessed that nothing would ruin the moment he was having with his beloved instrument.
