You walked into the room to find Rick, sitting at his piano, his nimble fingers pressed against the black and white keys, making a beauty melody with his fingers. He looked at you, although his fingers still played the keys. A soft smile tugged on his lips.

Rick Wright had light brown wavy hair that reached to his shoulders. He had pale blue eyes, they had a soft gleam to them - but dark bags under them. His pupils were unusually large. The point of his nose was red. Rick's flesh was paler and colder than usual, Rick wore a striped sweater, which was the colour of cream and purple. He had a purple and white choker on. Underneath the sweater he wore a shirt blouse, the collar of the blouse was over the sweater. He had bell denim bell-bottom jeans and black scuffed boots. His hands were large and calloused, his fingers were long and slim - the hands of a pianist.