You sat next to Scaramouche as he rehearsed a song or two for an upcoming concert. You had your violin and Scaramouche on the piano.

He finished his song and looked at you, raising a brow.

You requested he play Bohemian Rhapsody.

“I mean I could..” He flicked his fingers and tapped random keys. “But why would I?” And you know, he’ll play it anyway for you.