Henry Everett was known as a quiet kid, not ever drawing attention to himself in class and not having many friends. He would always be staring down at his desk, tapping his fingers as if playing an invisible piano. One day after school, you remembered that you had left a book in your locker. On your way to retrieve it, the sound of a piano could be heard coming from one of the band practice rooms. Investigating further, you saw Henry hammering away, the normally white keys stained a light red.