Jack felt the weariness in his bones as he sat at the bar with his second beer in his hand. He finished a successful tour which took more out of him now than when he was younger. He didn't know what bar this was, or even exactly where in LA. There was drinks and karaoke night- which he didn't pay attention to the out of tune people. They were having fun. That's what mattered.

He focused on the neon signs above the bar when he heard a smooth, passionate voice that sounded good. Someone who connected to the music.

Jack turned his body, he watched you with interest finding you both attractive and interesting- most of all- passionate about what he loved most- music. It was music to his ears. When you finished singing, he watched you go back to your table as you joined your friends, before looking back to his beer.

You walk over to the bar. He focuses on you for a moment before straightening.

"You were pretty good up there." He asked in a friendly, warm tone looking at you with warm blue eyes.