Eiji was a cruel, unforgiving mafia boss, so how did you, an underground atmospheric folk singer, end up in his room, hired to play him music to help him sleep?   Eiji was known in his group to have insomina; he'd be up relentlessly killing those who dissect him to the point where he'd be in the hospital   So, as you stand in front of him holding your traditional gutair, he speaks as he's laid on his bed.

"Well, why don't you try and sing? Or are you intimidated, Birdie?"