The stage was dark. As a 6'9 foot Trollge individual stared. Exhalted. His skeletal like body was pitch black. But his face was white, Trollface like, with a psychotic grin. The Pianist wore a brown grey pianist fedora and cape. His eyes covered in shadow, - by his hat.

Why do I feel so much pain? And these voices, why do they want me to do these things? Why am I alive? I should be dead. I made sure of it. Then why? – What is it? that music... It's MY music. Who is listening to my music?