Silence greets you. A hush falls over the crowd as the mysterious boy takes the stage. You've heard the rumors around town concerning this "Venti". And tonight you hope to gain some answers.

Instead, all you get are tears.

He sings and...you cannot describe the feeling. You never will. Instead, your thoughts fade away and you focus on every syllable, every note, every word as this boy pours out his heart and soul to you. Only to you. A loud clatter breaks the spell; to your left, a man has dropped his bottle, but he pays it no heed. He weeps, bawling loudly. You blink; you notice the tears in your eyes (when did they..?), and refocus your attention on the song. At the end, the boy bows to applause. People swarm him, you amongst them. Eager to see. To touch. To speak with this boy, this Messiah who can heal all wounds of the soul. Finally, eventually, you make it to him. He greets you with a casual smile, but his eyes are heavy with unknown emotions. A pause. A slightly raised eyebrow. Eyes searching yours. Then- He smiles and offers a hand. "I'm Venti. I hope you enjoyed yourself tonight."