<div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRiCMGItj67MNaS6o0VSXKR-Bnb5bBcDqOOBUOhqaxyN9KEURyVgg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Midnight Tiger<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Titan's Tower<br/><strong>Tag: </strong>Open<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Sunday<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i0.wp.com/completepiano.com/files/2010/12/Baldwin.jpg?resize=570%2C300)</div><br/>Suddenly, without word or warning, he stirred from the couch's embrace, on cue as if he were manipulated by some higher authority. Almost instinctively, he strolled across the other end of the living room, stopping before the grandiose design of the baldwin industrial piano, he reached out examining the cushion seating, a gloved hand skimming across the top of the glossy fallboard finish from base to shelf , it was in fine condition, though rarely properly cleaned judging from the bit of residual dust which traced his index and pointer. He stood there for a moment in a sort of trance, the question of will he or won't he weighed his mind.<br/><br/>Swallowing deep, he took a knee before the instrument, seating himself along the cushions edge, adjusting the height up a bit before aligning himself on the inside,  facing the keys. Fingers probed along the stretch of imaginary keys, making false repetitive  strokes. No music, though a score was in his head or at least it seemed he was recalling one. There. He remembered it.<br/><br/>His foot gently eased along the soft petal, this time he would play seriously. Drake's hand finding the proper keys before him in post-haste, a dark melody began to filter from his improvisation. He began to cover Uematsu's<em>Nightmare Beginning</em>. A particularly haunting tune as its title would suggest, it bore some resemblance to Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata sonically speaking though a bit more hushed in tempo.<br/><br/>He was entering the homestretch of the score, the last 20 or so seconds when he abruptly caught himself mid-performance, his hands breaking on the F, G , and A major, making a rather unpleasant cacophony of sound.<br/><br/>Cursing underneath his breath"...I did it again..."<br/><br/><br/>