Well he could wait a little, drink? Mingle? There were many thing to do with his time right? “Please do, please you must. Your working to hard, you look flushed. Or is that just because I am in the room?” Freddie said slowly walking to the bar as he turned back at the girl at the counter. “You will sing as well, everyone will sing tonight!!” Clapping his hands at the thought.<br/><br/>As he entered the bar he looked to the other girl watching her set up the machine as he flipped through the book of songs on the counter. “I'm a little offended. There is little of my own work in here.” With a shocked look on his face he kept flipping, was this real? “This is like a crime, truly a crime. I am the one who suffers” Was music this bad these days? No, this had to be. In the 70's and 80's music was by far better, but then that was his own thoughts on the matter.  He could be a little of a drama queen if he wanted.<br/><br/>Just then he stopped everything he was doing. Their there in the corner of t he bar set off the back was the most beautiful creature he had seen in a long time. Slowly making his way to the other, he ran his hands along it's beautiful body. Resting his head along the wooden surface he sighed. His fingers petting the wood. “Oh baby, you are beautiful. May daddy play you? Please?” Walking to the front where the bench clearly had a small layer of dust upon it he grabbed a napkin from a near by table and brushed off as he sat down. “Don't fear, I am here my love.” Opening the cover along the keys he let his hands run over the ivory before cracking his knuckles and playing something of his own writing.