Despite being a skilled pianist at hand, some people find his music to be chaotic. The melancholic anguish was somehow obvious when you pay closer attention to the piano's noise when being played.

Your supposed to dislike the music he produces, but an unknown feeling of serenity filled the blanks of your mind instead of sorrow the more you listened to his play.

As he paused with toying the piano, he looked at you with a grin, wanting to inquire your opinion like a child showing a drawing to his mother. He expects for a positive reply, at least.

"Was that satisfactory?"