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It's a pretty good crowd for a Thursday - the regular crowd comes and goes. There's a pale man dressed all in white, sitting down at the piano.
Fingers the color of ivory move deftly across the keys as he plays, the sound reaching to the very corners of the bar, as though actively seeking out listeners. The melody may seem half-familiar to those that hear it, it's lilting cadence sad and sweet to the ear... perhaps calling a memory from when one was much younger, an innocent, bright memory, untainted, not recalled until this moment, whereupon it rises into full recollection with the rise of the piano's melody, catching the listener up into nostalgic reminiscence.
The Bright Shiner plays the bar a song; he's the piano'cat. Hopefully, there are patrons in the mood for a melody.
(ooc: The mun has a song stuck in her head. Guess which. >_> Post open forever.)
Fingers the color of ivory move deftly across the keys as he plays, the sound reaching to the very corners of the bar, as though actively seeking out listeners. The melody may seem half-familiar to those that hear it, it's lilting cadence sad and sweet to the ear... perhaps calling a memory from when one was much younger, an innocent, bright memory, untainted, not recalled until this moment, whereupon it rises into full recollection with the rise of the piano's melody, catching the listener up into nostalgic reminiscence.
The Bright Shiner plays the bar a song; he's the piano'cat. Hopefully, there are patrons in the mood for a melody.
(ooc: The mun has a song stuck in her head. Guess which. >_> Post open forever.)