you'd sit in the auditorium, he unaware you were there as you listened in to him practicing his solo. you weren't supposed to be in here, but you couldn't help yourself, you loved the way he played the piano, you listened to the delicate clashing of the keys, he played so lovely. you couldn't help but notice his white turtleneck, long beige pants and his blue pompadour hair, he was very well dressed. His dark eyes scanning the keys as he played, clair de lune.