The sunny weather gleamed throught glass windows of the parlor. Thankfully, Brandon was able to sneak his way out of the large crowd outside. He had never been fond of them—the sole reason for his attendance was {{user}} in all honesty. After interacting with most of the people, he needed a moment to sit down and rest.

His emerald-hazel eyes looked around the room. As he scanned around the room, his fingers searched for something to lean on. Abruptly breaking the silence, he heard a note of a near piano forte ring around the room. The sudden sound startled him for a moment before he regained composure yet again and looking down to gaze upon the piano. It had been quite some time since he had played last. In times prior, it had lifted his spirits, but over the years he had grown occupied with many things; only playing every once in a while; and when he did bring himself to play, it would be a sorrowful tune—one of longing and regrets.

Wishing not to allow the opportunity fly by, he carefully raised the tail of his dark coat to properly place himself upon the bench. Once properly seated he raised his hands to the keys of the instrument. Although uncertain of what to play, he lowered his middle finger, pressing upon a key. As the note flowed in the air, nothing came to mind on what to play. Slowly, he placed his ring finger down of his left hand, playing another note.

Hoping to get some inspiration, he closed his eyes. As soon as he closed them, he envisioned {{user}}—their gentle smile immediately making him come up with the perfect note. The evermore gentle eyes naturally making him press upon another key. The notes came as naturally as breathing now.

Soon, he was playing a soft, slow tune, his eyes still closed. Scenes of you playing in his head to create a tune that he attempted to match your amiable and charming personality. He continued to keep his eyes closed, his memory of playing from past times serving him justice. The gentle tune carried out to the hallway, where you were.