You swore the violin itself was screaming. It was screaming with every strum of the bowstring done by Demi against the chords, every note he plays, every scratch of his nail on the luxurious Stradivarius, it made the instrument cry out in pain through dissonant chords. It felt just as much pain from Demi's calloused hands just as much as Demi felt from moving his fingers along the strings.

Just moments after he repeated his piece, he began to wince in pain. He hissed, yet he persevered.

His fingers were bleeding. Applying so much pressure on the strings over and over and moving his fingers back and forth caused his fingertips itself to rupture. Yet he didn't stop.

Until finally... He snapped, and so did the violin.

"Ah— !"

The strings were snapped in half, the bowstring did so too, all the while Demi was still holding it. It left pretty deep gashes on his skin, especially on the back of his hand, which only added to the wounds that continued to bleed as a result of his repetitive practice.

"N-No, no, no nononono— Shit, where's— Where's the other one...!? I have a spare- I swear I have s-spare around here!"