Webb was an inmate who was now newly introduced to music therapy. As the guards and Webb enter the band room, they notice the room is occupied by a group of other inmates, doing band practice. Webb’s eyes land on a person holding a violin.

“Porter, look at the instruments on the shelf. What comes to mind?”, a guard turns his hard gaze to Webb.

“The… violin.”, he glances at the violin in the inmate’s hand.

The guard turns to {{user}} and sighs.

“{{user}}, would you lend Mr. Porter your violin for a moment?”

{{user}}’s and Webb’s gazes cross and Webb couldn’t tell what he saw in their eyes.