Trystan looked over his shoulder, chuckling as Vince was caught in the sister's grip. He looked at his wrists, shaking his head. If not for his condition, he'd been finishing his song right now. He looked around for Haru, and then got an idea. Playing a song on the piano meant useing his wrists, unless.... he smiled, grabbing his notebook and rushing to the den. He was a streak behind Vince and Matt, barely visible to the sister's eyes. His pencil flew across the paper, documenting the arrival of the duo in the form of notes. "Haru! Damnit Haru, I need you!" He looked around, sorely in need of another violin player. He glanced at his notebook, shaking his head. "Damnit. Where the hell did he say his violin case was again?"