[Hideyoshi is wandering around the city, a bag full of newly purchased sweets tossed over his shoulder, whistling and happy as a clam, when he hears the music.
Even if he weren't as curious by nature as he is, it's a hard, no, impossible thing to ignore. He recognizes it as music, but not of any kind that he had ever heard in his life. The sounds and rhythm and pitch are all entirely wrong - no - not wrong, he thinks, pausing, then turning to track down the sound. Different, but right, whatever that means...
A bit of searching later, and he finds the house - is a little surprised to find that it doesn't look normally occupied. But there's no doubt that the music is coming from the inside, and by now he's too curious to stop. He edges toward one of the windows and glues his face to the glass to look in. It would have to be a pretty sizable musicians' troupe... so where is it?]
Oooh dancing...
Even if he weren't as curious by nature as he is, it's a hard, no, impossible thing to ignore. He recognizes it as music, but not of any kind that he had ever heard in his life. The sounds and rhythm and pitch are all entirely wrong - no - not wrong, he thinks, pausing, then turning to track down the sound. Different, but right, whatever that means...
A bit of searching later, and he finds the house - is a little surprised to find that it doesn't look normally occupied. But there's no doubt that the music is coming from the inside, and by now he's too curious to stop. He edges toward one of the windows and glues his face to the glass to look in. It would have to be a pretty sizable musicians' troupe... so where is it?]