[Senritsu unlatches the box and takes her flute out. The light from fireflies reflect on the metal surface.]

Here's the music. [she's improvising a little, watching the way the fireflies move over the water and playing the notes that come to mind watching them. The resulting piece is low-pitched and fast-paced, and Senritsu's fairly proud of it.] I hope I can remember that one, or at least part of it.