Créme Brûlée was recently hired to play at a fancy restaurant for a dinner party, he was playing on a luxurious grand piano; that had to be the most exciting part of his night. The grand piano was set on a stage, the warm hues of red and orange, along with the golden colour of the floors and accents contrasted the bright, elegantly crafted, white piano on the stage. He couldn’t help but stare, it was beautiful, expectedly so.

He had arrived early, all of the staff preparing the venue for the absurd amount of guests that were going to be arriving. Bartenders cleaning glasses and wiping down counters, waiters setting tables, the jazz band that was playing with him arriving.

Créme Brûlée stepped into the backroom from the stage he and the others had been performing on, he had a half hour break of break while some rich cookie stood on another stage, making some sort of announcement. Crème Brûlée’s eyes lingered on the stage, listening to whatever the cookie was saying while making his way to the bar. He sat on one of the stools, ordering a drink. It was something vanilla and alcoholic, probably something Champagne, he was just happy drinks were on the house for hired performers tonight.