Wow, we're certainly being bombarded with names now, aren't we? Hey, I'm all for it, though. At least now we know that the mysterious sun-glassed man is named Virgil Ohso and the guy who's going to tinker with the valuable instrument is named Chris Shendo. Looks like everyone's going to have a name by the time this story is finished. (Yay!) Turning back to the story, Virgil calls up Chris and gives him a little warning not to screw it up when he finally gets his hands on the valuable instrument. I also see that he's using a bit a reverse psychology by challenging Shendo's skills. (I hope it doesn't cause the poor wild-haired tinkerer to crack under the pressure.) I just hope it doesn't take too long to get the violin into Chris's capable hands.
Gee, that was fast. The violin in his possession, Chris Shendo begins his work (and unlike Virgil Ohso, he's based his operations on the North Side of town, which is probably the more cultured side and therefore the only place suitable for working on a Stradivarius). Unfortunately, not only does the poor guy talk to himself, but he also seems to have come down with a case of T-Rex Arms. I hope that he's had more than enough time to adjust. Otherwise, Ohso's questions about his abilities could actually be very good ones and not just sarcastic challenges. But before we can see too much of what he's going to do to the priceless instrument, we turn back to the concert hall, where poor Harmonic is about to faint dead away (and has clearly become so sick of retelling his tale that he's employed the bald man who found him on the floor). Quick someone grab the smelling salts! (Or perhaps a little
Classical Thunder would be more effective?)
Wow, we're certainly being bombarded with names now, aren't we? Hey, I'm all for it, though. At least now we know that the mysterious sun-glassed man is named Virgil Ohso and the guy who's going to tinker with the valuable instrument is named Chris Shendo. Looks like everyone's going to have a name by the time this story is finished. (Yay!) Turning back to the story, Virgil calls up Chris and gives him a little warning not to screw it up when he finally gets his hands on the valuable instrument. I also see that he's using a bit a reverse psychology by challenging Shendo's skills. (I hope it doesn't cause the poor wild-haired tinkerer to crack under the pressure.) I just hope it doesn't take too long to get the violin into Chris's capable hands.
Gee, that was fast. The violin in his possession, Chris Shendo begins his work (and unlike Virgil Ohso, he's based his operations on the North Side of town, which is probably the more cultured side and therefore the only place suitable for working on a Stradivarius). Unfortunately, not only does the poor guy talk to himself, but he also seems to have come down with a case of T-Rex Arms. I hope that he's had more than enough time to adjust. Otherwise, Ohso's questions about his abilities could actually be very good ones and not just sarcastic challenges. But before we can see too much of what he's going to do to the priceless instrument, we turn back to the concert hall, where poor Harmonic is about to faint dead away (and has clearly become so sick of retelling his tale that he's employed the bald man who found him on the floor). Quick someone grab the smelling salts! (Or perhaps a little Classical Thunder would be more effective?)
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