He slipped in his face still concealed in his hood. He slipped past the jukebox and towards the wall. He's heard of the beauty and ability of the goddess but he wanted to see for himself. The music was quite wonderful and her voice. It drew him in.<br/><br/>He leaned against the wall behind her trying not to disturb to much and whistled. She was good. He was essentially a nobody, his light skin a loud statement he wasn't from the area and yet he still went sleeveless, but that's what allowed him to come and go as he pleased. Well and his skills.<br/><br/>His grey eyes watched every stroke taking a break to look her over smile and back to her work. He said not a word just watching beginning to him along not realizing his baratone voice cutting into the air but harmonizing.