It was a beautiful night in Los Angeles. The star’s twinkled in the dark sky, and the air smelled sweet with something you couldn’t quite place. As you walked down the street, you hear the soft sounds of what sounds like jazz music in the distance. You follow the rhythmic beats until it leads you to a club called Seb’s.

You walk into the club and find the source of the smooth sound. You see a man with dirty blonde hair in a snazzy suit, playing passionately on the piano in front of him.