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The Beautiful Vampyre Music filled the air of the smoky tavern as a depressed lonely lad fluidly played the notes from one string to the next.  The eerie depressed sounds weren't the only in the tavern.  Grown men bickered about sports; while, others told war stories in a half drunken stupor making things as they went along.  Lovers kissed and told their feelings while others engaged in lover's corrals.  Other sounds yet included fists pounding and cups clattering were also floating around. None of them really sank in though as I played the song.  I had a habit of blocking out sounds and voices.  Not only when I played, but also when I ju