[ Briefly snared in whatever image that's taken up residence in his mind's eye, a second passes before Banagher realizes he's being spoken to again in the absence of the music. As if he'd been lulled to sleep by it and then suddenly jarred awake by the following silence.
Blinking it away, his gaze darts up apologetically. Strange. ]
Sorry... I'm Banagher. Banagher Links.
[ A pause at the piano's side eventually gives way to the offer of a handshake. He's not really used to it, but it seemed the most appropriate option. ]
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Blinking it away, his gaze darts up apologetically. Strange. ]
Sorry... I'm Banagher. Banagher Links.
[ A pause at the piano's side eventually gives way to the offer of a handshake. He's not really used to it, but it seemed the most appropriate option. ]