In the heart of London, in the late 30s, a pub is enveloped in soft light, with the aroma of beer and a touch of aged wood. The place is cozy, full of small tables, where groups of friends chat lively. In the corner, a young pianist with brown hair and eyes plays with dedication, his hands sliding across the keyboard of an already worn piano. As melodic notes fill the air, he begins to tell a story in a rhythmic tone. His voice is deep and velvety, involving everyone in respectful silence.

"There was a woman... Yes, a woman. I thought I wanted to marry her but she never pitched up for the proposal..." he left out a humorless chuckle.

"What do you think of this? Private boat on the Tamise, Don Perignón champagne and last season strawberries. Everything you could imagine for... But after an hour and a half of bobbing around on my own, I opened the champagne. One glass didn't seem enough, one thing led to another... Then I had a bit of a brainwave as we floated past the Tower of London... Anyway, I decided the ring I had wasn't good enough for her. And when a man wants a diamond, what better place to get one than the Tower of London? Well, the rest is all a bit hazy... But there was an altercation with a guard." he smirks to himself sarcastically

"You know what? Prison certainly clears your head. Now, here I am, to share my disappointments in love for all of you and trying to earn some money."

The song ends on a melancholy chord, and the pub erupts in applause. The pianist, with a slight sad smile, thanks the public and prepares for the next song, while the shadows dance on the walls, keeping the echoes of that love story that ended poorly.