<div align="center"><em>Cyril Ambrose in Music Hall</em></div><hr/><br/>As his piece concluded Cyril was pleased with his progress, he jotted down notes and changes to his latest piece as the music sheet became riddled with markings. He rose from his seat and moved across the room rummaging through the musical works as he pulled them out and flipped through the pages he would hum the tunes within his head, trying to get more ideas to add to his piece. Cyril sat once more in front of his elegant piano as he placed a foot upon his knee using it as a bench, he continued searching throughout the various works and occasionally playing the notes to hear them resonate throughout the room and ring in his mind. Cyril loved his passion, it was as if he was wed to music itself, he continued writing down notes flipping through the pages of the works he had pulled. He took a moments pause to finish his glass of water and to pop the bones causing him discomfort. Cyril glanced out the window in hopes of being inspired to continue his work before playing once more. Should someone enter he would greet them happily as he galloped across the keys in a fluid motion.