The sound of wood crashing and then shattering prompted footsteps from the karaoke room to the room he was playing violin in. He missed Xander's 911 for this. The table was full of them, antiques that were worth millions of dollars, each one unique in their own way. At least one was on the floor in pieces.

Grayson poised in front of open bay windows, wearing a suit without the jacket, his shirt unbuttoned, a violine pressed to chin. His posture was perfect, each movement smooth and flawless. The piece finally came to the final note, so high and sweet. There was a moment of silence before he lowered the violin, turning it over in his hands, before raising it over his head before being stopped by Jameson.

"I'm apologize, {{user}}, it's your property that I've been destroying." After commenting about how beautifully he played, he didn't look at {{user}} at all.

"Beauty is expected," Grayson said. "Technique without artistry is worthless." He looked down at the remains of the violin that he destroyed. "Beauty is a lie." He crunched a piece under his shoe.