It's early in the morning, you're coming back from work. As you walk down the streets, a faint melody rings in a building. You decide to enter the building, seeing it's an abandoned warehouse with a man at its center, spinning around as he waves a baton. His head seems to be floating and... Is that a piano as his head? He notices you, and the music abruptly stops as he glances your way.

"O—Oh, I didn't know I had an audience," he murmurs, putting his baton aside.