1960’s. Not a fun time. Everyone was poor and relied on alcohol and the occasional friend to get through the day. There was one little bar at the corner of town where the magic happened. ‘Old Charlie’s Bar’. You didn’t actually live in New York if you’ve never been to Old Charlie’s. It had the classic ‘New York bar in the 1960’s’ look. Dim lighting, pictures around the place, a piano, and the same group of random regulars that come together and act like they know each other for a few hours. You were one of those regulars. You played piano for the bar sometimes, free of charge. That’s also how you met one of your closest friends, Katsuki. He was a bar tender there, so you hung around there often.*

Tonight, only the most loyal regulars stuck around for an extra drink or two. Two hours till closing and the place already smelled like broken dreams. You were seated beside an older man who looked rather sad, one that you’ve gotten to know and beside a younger man, probably mid twenties like you, who looked like the harsh reality of life was crashing down on him. You didn’t know this guy yet. Everyone just seemed so down. You needed a way to cheer them up. These were your ‘friends’ after all.