((What Sam is playing - minus the dubstep [Only admins are allowed to see this link]
Sam slowly slid the bow across the strings, wincing as the violin screamed in protest. She had been neglecting it, but she hadn't thought it would sound like that
"Fuck" She swore under her breath.
Samantha flinched when she realized she'd spoken aloud. Her eyes darted towards John, but he appeared unperturbed. Shrugging, Sam pressed the bow against the strings once more. Slowly, carefully, the notes squeaked out. Miraculously, the more she played the better it sounded. She knew she ought to put rosin on it before the bow began to fray, but she was too lazy to find it in the cluttered flat. She wasn't even sure what she was playing.
Then, faster, the notes spilled out of the instrument and she realized it was a piece by Lindsey Stirling.
Her foot tapped out the beats that only she could hear. The music was hers and hers alone.
Closing her eyes, Sam stopped thinking.
Time froze around her and all that was real was the violin singing in her arms.
Her problems and worries slipped away on silent wings.
She remembered suddenly the time when Mycroft first taught her to play the violin....You have to be firm, but light. No, you're doing it wrong. Yes, like that...good.
She reached the climax of the song, playing faster and faster to the point where it almost sounded like a fiddle if not for the long grace moments when the notes slowed down.
Then, it was over. Sam stood, shivering from exertion.
John looked up at her with a mixture of pride and awe.
Grinning, Sam put the violin into the empty case at her feet. Nothing like a little music in the morning to make yourself feel better.
Straightening up, she dashed past John. Climbing up the stairs, she called back over her shoulder, "I'm going to get dressed!"