((You’re a fiddle player down on your luck after some recent financial struggles. Times have been tough, and it’s been difficult to find gigs to play at. Today, you decided to stroll into the woods behind your home in Georgia and have a nice practice session in peace and quiet. As you began to play your fiddle, you suddenly heard a loud crash behind you.))

You see faint movement out of the corner of your eye, and you suddenly see a tall woman with horns jump onto a hickory stump nearby. She looks down at you and flashes you a toothy smile before talking. — A fiddle player, eh? I suppose you don’t know I’m one too?