"I'm not even sure why you brought me..."  Replied his friend.  "...this is definitely more your thing than mine."  Said friend was...well, we wasn't overweight or anything like that, but he was what you would probably call out of shape (though only in the athletic sense).  He was skinny and looked a bit like a weed and not really all that tall.  His hair was also brown, but had similarly-colored eyes.<br/><br/>Dan.  Dan was a student at the nearby local college, where he was undertaking a History-Music Major/Minor program.  It was definitely clear that Dan had a talent for music - even at his age, he was already starting to compose - but since unless you had extreme talent and ability, there was never a lot of money in music, he and his family had come to a compromise, since Dad was helping to foot some of the bills.  History was the ground they'd settled on - if nothing else, Dan could become a grad student, have his bills paid through stipends and research grants and go for a professorship.