There were afternoons on the island where Lex liked nothing better then to sit and play with piano in the rec room. It was relaxing in a way nothing else was and best of all, it reminded him of times with his mother, sitting beside her on the bench as she practiced with him.
Today his fingers were picking out
An American in Paris. It was a bright piece, very much matching Lex's mood recently. Everything was in it's place and he was surrounded by people he cared about and who he knew cared about him. It was an amazing feeling.
So wrapped up in the music was he that it took him a moment to realize he could hear someone singing in the room with him, accompanied by a guitar. Still playing the piano, Lex looked around for the rude interrupter but found that he was alone and the only guitar was one that had been left leaning against the wall. Frowning, Lex stopped playing so he could figure out where the music was coming from, since he couldn't seem to make himself ignore it until he'd figured it out.
It was then he realized that it was the jukebox playing...and the voice singing was more familiar then he'd like. He recalled the name from the reel he'd watched that fateful night. Micheal Rosenbaum. His actor. As if the island wanted to make sure he didn't forget the fictional aspects of his being, especially his life here.
With a crash of keys, Lex rested his head on his arms and sighed before he lost his temper as the jukebox began repeating the slightly vulgar song on loop. So much for a nice peaceful afternoon...
[The song the jukebox is playing is
here @ 1:00. It's his PB, playing the guitar for Carson Daly.The song is...special...]