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[It's not really rare to hear a piano in the halls, but once again the old instrument is sounding. The tune doesn't remotely resemble anything that Fourteenths or Allens normally play, it's more jazz like, more upbeat. Almost calling one to the dance floor.
Enter the room and you'll find a cloak hanging on a nearby coat rack, the room itself a sort of dark dance hall. Instead of a grand piano, an upright, black to match the walls, and an Allen playing without sheet music. No idea where the other background music is coming from.
He's got a soft smile on his face as he listens to the tune he's playing, such a happy mood he's in. You've come to toss it out the window, haven't you? Or just to dance?]
Enter the room and you'll find a cloak hanging on a nearby coat rack, the room itself a sort of dark dance hall. Instead of a grand piano, an upright, black to match the walls, and an Allen playing without sheet music. No idea where the other background music is coming from.
He's got a soft smile on his face as he listens to the tune he's playing, such a happy mood he's in. You've come to toss it out the window, haven't you? Or just to dance?]