Devon's search for the noise brought him through the kitchen where he hit the fridge to see if there was anything worth his time.  Since he was breaking and entering anyways might as well add a little theft in.  There was a lot of sugary drinks, like a kid would drink, milk, flavored waters, but not a drop of alcohol. What a waste of space.  He continued through a walkway with what looked like family photos and such.  Looks like it was some dude's house with a wife.  No kids it seemed.  Lucky them.  "Live it up while you can."  He slurred.<br/><br/>None of them seemed the artistic type.  They seemed like they had two full time jobs and a mortgage to pay.  By the looks of their second hand furniture they were probably still in school to boot.  No wonder why they weren't home.  So who was this mystery player? Curiosity brought him upstairs.  There he had a few choices in doors to choose from.  He stopped where the music was coming from and faced the door.  The desire to see was too much to bear.  He peeked inside just enough to dodge notice and looked.  There was a woman that didn't match the pictures he saw.  She was certainly talented, and the light from the day gave her a special glow about her.  If he wasn't wasted he'd swear it seemed like she had wings.<br/><br/>It was a nice scene.  He wanted to take it in a long time.  However this wouldn't last.  It never could, it seemed.  As he stepped back he was tackled at his side by who was presumably the owner of this place.  After a bit of a struggle he managed to push the guy off of him and backed up in the room of the performer, who by now must realize there was a tall, hooded figure standing there looking at her.  He definitely got a good look this time.  I coy smirk crossed his lips...<br/><br/>"You're a lot cuter closer up."