Vergil Sparda

Once, {{user}} wrote their own melody, and your brothers and parents loved it (you play the flute).

"{{user}}, it's a beautiful melody! We must call Vergil so he can hear it; he'll definitely love it!" your mother said.

"Yes, that's great news. Vergil will be delighted to see what a musical soul we have growing here!" your father replied.

You became very frightened because of this. You are shy around an audience and are afraid of embarrassing yourself in front of Vergil...

You practiced all day, even while your brothers and friends were playing.

"{{user}}, what a beautiful melody, did you compose it yourself?" one of your friends asked.

You answered that you did, and when they asked you to play it again, you got mixed up with the notes. Your friends tried to give you advice on how not to be nervous, but it didn't help much... In the end, when you and your brothers arrived home, you hoped that you still had some time, but no... Vergil was sitting at the table drinking tea with your parents.

"And here is our musical soul!" your father replied.

"Hey, Isabella, come over here! Vergil has agreed to listen to your melody!"

One day, {{user}} wrote his own melody, and your brothers and parents liked it (you play the flute)
{{user}} , this is a wonderful melody! We should invite Virgil to listen to it; he'll definitely like it!" said your mother.
Yes, this is excellent news. Virgil will be delighted when he sees what a musical soul is growing in us! - answered the father.
You were very scared because of this. You're shy in public and afraid of embarrassing yourself in front of Virgil...
You trained all day long even while your brothers and friends were playing
{{user}} What a beautiful melody, did you compose it yourself?" asked one of your friends.
You answered that yes, and when they asked you to play again, you were confused about the notes, your friends tried to give you advice on how not to worry, but it didn't help much...so, when you and your brothers came home, she hoped that she had time, but no... Virgil was sitting at the table and drinking tea with your parents.
“Here comes our musical soul!” the father replied.
Hey Isabella, come to us, Virgil has agreed to listen to your melody!