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Zedd bows to the good doctor.

"Good evening Doctor Lecter."

As he straightens he smile politely.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, have you been ill?"

"Not particularly. However, I can say without fear of contradiction that I haven't been myself lately." Said deadpan, without a smile.

Thinking back to a few instances Zedd nods.

"Yes we all have those times in one way or another."

He lifts up the flute that is hanging around his neck.

"I have been trying to learn to play this flute, but I still have much to learn."

"Music is a wonderful pursuit. What manner of playing are you engaging in, or are you trying generally?"

Zedd thinks for a moment.

"I don't know what you would call it in your world exactly."

Trying to peice it together a good way he pauses for another moment.

"I think I would have to say I am in a persuit of happy music. Using my music to bring joy into peoples lives if I can. Although my mind isn't shut if I find something worth playing in another area."

"Do you have an example of what you have learned that I could hear?"

"Of course, I should have thought of that. You are the one who showed that fact to me."

Zedd puts his flute up to his lips and gently blows into it. From the wooden shell a very slow and beautiful song begins to flow from it. Slowly speeding up, the song begins to sound more joyful.

His fingers seem to float over the six scales of the flute with expert grace. More emotions come from the song. Slowly Zedd adds love, happiness, encouragement, and every other good feeling possible is slowly added to the song.

As his fingers flow accross the flute the true meaning of the song is planted in the heart of the listener. It is also the name of the song, the Celebration of Life.

Slowly the song begins to slow back down and fade, every life has an ending. The listener would realize that it was ending soon and feel pain for the expected loss.

As the song fades from existence, it leaves a thread of joy and the meaning of it left on everyone's heart. At the end you could not understand how the song could have gone on, it was the perfect way for life to progress.

Hannibal being who and what he is, isn't moved. "Well-played." He smiles.

Still standing Zedd bows his head.

"Thank you, I am not nearly as good as I wish to be though."

He sighs.

"And sadly I haven't been able to bring any other song up to the level at which I play that one. I may be able to better understand soon."

"Some would say that it's a matter of what songs speak to your soul. Others would indicate that it's all practice."

Zedd smiles with the hint of a laugh.

"Practice can only bring you so far, if you cannot feel the song what good does it do? I don't see how anyone can be as good as you or Jasin without putting their feelings into it. I am just learning though I could very well be wrong."

He steals a page from Moiraine's book and simply smiles serenely at Zedd.

Zedd sighs.

"Hopefully I will grow better."

"As I said, with practice, the form becomes perfect."

Zedd shakes his head.

"It seems everyone tells me a different way to think about music. It is very confusing, and sometimes I think I should have stayed with what I was good with. Playing is very rewarding though. Bringing pleasure to the people listening is why I play."

He nods. "That is by far the most frequent reason people learn to perform anything."

"Perhaps I should be going. I do not wish to bore you."

He nods politely. "As you will. I would hear your other songs, when you are comfortable with their level of expertise."

Zedd nods.

"I would like to play them for you when I think they are of high enough quality."

He turns with a polite bow and walks off.