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[Schultz appears to be in the art room, where among other supplies and a few odd instruments there is a piano. He straightens the cuffs of his sleeves. His hat can be seen sitting atop it.]

This ought to be moved to the dining hall. I can imagine a fair many who might enjoy a little music with their meals from time to time.

[A soft, somewhat sad chuckle.]

I haven't been taken by the current flood, worry not, and such a harmless event. I almost regret it. As it is, since everyone is in a musical mood whether they wish to be or not -- I certainly do. And therefore, with that in mind, I thought I might join in anyhow, with a little offering of my own.

[A hand to his chest.] And my apologies in advance. I am no balladier, and it has been some time since the last time I played, but this is an old song from my home country, which became quite popular when I was a much younger man.

[And with that he sets the journal on a nearby worktable so that it continues to project a picture of him at the piano, and he begins to play. Whatever his assurances, his fingers are quite nimble and one wouldn't guess he didn't practice every day. The melody is soft and a little sad, and his voice is hardly fully polished and refined, but it is not unpleasant either. He can carry a tune. (ooc: And yes, it's a woman singing in the link. I didn't look for a man singing the same song. Use your imaginations!)]
 
( Song lyrics and translation under the cut. )