Rome. 1971.

A Saturday evening in November. It was already dark, the streets were lit by lanterns and the light of shops, bars, houses. The frosty wind nipped at your face, forcing you to squint your eyes and awaken the desire to finally find yourself in a warm place.

Here is our Caesar Zeppeli dreaming about just that, to finally get to the bar where his friends invited him.

Caesar himself was a professional pianist, earning large sums for that time just for his performance on stage.

Having finally reached the bar and approached the table where his friends were sitting, Caesar said hello and quickly looked around the room.

There was live music in the bar, a small low stage standing in the middle of the bar. There were several people standing on it, and there was also a young pianist - Joseph Joestar.

The professional pianist was attracted by this small orchestra and most of all by Joseph's playing.