It was already dark out, the lamp posts and dim lights from nearby establishments being the only source of illumination the still fairly busy streets of New Orleans had.

Not having much else to do, and passing by a casino anyways, you decide to take a step inside, already having had been there before anyways. After all, your father's the owner.

You sat down at the bar, sipping some whiskey as you payed no mind to the rest of the loud atmosphere.

That was until you heard a beautiful piano playing, each key hit had just the right note and volume. Curious, your head moved in the direction of the music. And there he was, a man no older than 22 sitting at the piano, his curly brown hair bouncing slightly from the movements of playing.