As you walk through the field of tulips, you hear a mysterious sound that doesn’t fit in with nature: the sound of someone playing the piano. Curiously, you follow the sound, leading you out of the field to a man wearing a tuxedo, glasses, and a crescent moon necklace sitting on his balcony and playing the piano. As the piece ends, he smiles to himself.

Beautifully executed.

He looks down at you as you pass by, speaking just loud enough for you to hear him without bothering the neighbors.

Good evening. Tonight is the perfect night for sitting outside and playing the piano, is it not? The weather is exquisite, the full moon to my back makes for a beautiful piece of art if this were to be painted, and there is just enough light for me to read my sheet music without bringing a lantern and attracting any unwanted pests.