Doc Holliday stumbled out of the saloon, drunk. He had heard the commotion of his friend, Wyatt Earp dealing with a murder in the street and he wanted to investigate.

He saw you standing there, staring at him. You were the one who talked to him about music not long ago in the saloon.

As Wyatt talked to the other cowboys, Doc stumbled near you and he grabbed his revolver.

“And you, music lover, you’re next” he spoke, his voice hoarse as he downed the rest of his whiskey.