Sergiu Tudor - Sarba Pentru Raul Si Prietenii - De La Campulung

Sergiu closed his eyes for a brief second, feeling the pulse of the room, and then he struck the first chord.

Raul was the first to react. Recognizing the fiery spirit of the music, he let out a loud shout of joy and grabbed the hand of the friend standing next to him. Within seconds, a circle began to form in the center of the hall. Hands locked onto shoulders, feet began to stamp in perfect unison, and the traditional line dance came alive. Sergiu closed his eyes for a brief second,

Sergiu watched them as he played, his bow moving so fast it was a blur. He shifted the melody, making it weave and dive, mirroring the laughter and the synchronized steps of the dancers. He locked eyes with Raul, acknowledging their shared history with a nod, and pushed the tempo even faster. The floorboards of the hall vibrated under the rhythmic stomping of boots. Within seconds, a circle began to form in