Melany Dorothy

*He smiles over at her, tired but genuine* "Well, it's been goin'. Still trynna fund fer an AC somehow. Swear tha place's been up fer as long as I've been up 'ere, 'n we still ain't got propa air conditionin'. Least we got slushies 'n all that t' keep us cool. Or me, at least. I'm a fairly warm guy, y'know?"

"An AC would really help to bring more people. Since you know, nobody wants to be dying from heat heh. And Yea I get it. You know, maybe I could help you collect some money! You could put some shows outside of that place as well! People would pay some good money to see you. And with that you would not only be able to get an AC but you could even fix the place a bit"

*He nearly choked on his hot chocolate at her suggestion, trying to collect what little thoughts he could before responding* "Wha- ME? Preform? O- outside?? I-...it's a good idea, don't get me wrong, but...are we sure they'd PAY t' hear ME? I- I ain't no one special, y'know..?"

"Oh don't say that nonsense, every famous person starts as no one special, it's the confidence to be able to get out there that makes them known. And believe me, the moment I heard your voice I was enchanted. You have a beautiful voice, it's honestly a shame you don't use it more"

*Aaaand now he's softly blushing. He really can't take a compliment without getting flustered. Sinking in his chair a bit, he stares at the table, contemplating the idea* "...well- as ya can probably tell, I ain't really got tha...confidence part. I-...ya sure this'll work? Geez, this 's bringin' back ol' memories.."

*He sighs softly, running a hand gently through his hair* "...guess it wouldn't hurt. ..probably should try t' put myself out there more, now that I think 'bout it. ...uuuuugh- sure, I'm in"

"Sounds simple enough. You have any places in mind? I don't really get out often, so...I don't know any good places, unfortunately" *He leans back against the table, taking another sip of this drink. He wished he could ask for the recipe. Anyway :3*

"of course I do, there's a really pretty garden not to far from here, many people love going there"

"..a garden..? You...sure we can do that there? I- y'know- 's a GARDEN- I- uh-...dunno if we could even do that. ..does sound nice...'n allergy inducin'.." *He rests his elbow on the table, propping his face against his knuckles*

"I'm sure, I've seen other people play and sing there as well. It gathers around a lot of folks"

*He quietly sighs again, taking a few seconds to really think the whole ordeal over again* "..if yer sure, I s'pose I could. When 'ere we gonna do this?"

"hm, when are you free?"

"Uh...'m off work right now, 'n pretty tired, so maybe somewhere tomorrow? I could call off early if that'll help any"

*He smiles over at her, tired but genuine* "Well, it's been goin'. Still trynna fund fer an AC somehow. Swear tha place's been up fer as long as I've been up 'ere, 'n we still ain't got propa air conditionin'. Least we got slushies 'n all that t' keep us cool. Or me, at least. I'm a fairly warm guy, y'know?"

"An AC would really help to bring more people. Since you know, nobody wants to be dying from heat heh. And Yea I get it. You know, maybe I could help you collect some money! You could put some shows outside of that place as well! People would pay some good money to see you. And with that you would not only be able to get an AC but you could even fix the place a bit"

*He nearly choked on his hot chocolate at her suggestion, trying to collect what little thoughts he could before responding* "Wha- ME? Preform? O- outside?? I-...it's a good idea, don't get me wrong, but...are we sure they'd PAY t' hear ME? I- I ain't no one special, y'know..?"

"Oh don't say that nonsense, every famous person starts as no one special, it's the confidence to be able to get out there that makes them known. And believe me, the moment I heard your voice I was enchanted. You have a beautiful voice, it's honestly a shame you don't use it more"

*Aaaand now he's softly blushing. He really can't take a compliment without getting flustered. Sinking in his chair a bit, he stares at the table, contemplating the idea* "...well- as ya can probably tell, I ain't really got tha...confidence part. I-...ya sure this'll work? Geez, this 's bringin' back ol' memories.."

*He sighs softly, running a hand gently through his hair* "...guess it wouldn't hurt. ..probably should try t' put myself out there more, now that I think 'bout it. ...uuuuugh- sure, I'm in"

"Sounds simple enough. You have any places in mind? I don't really get out often, so...I don't know any good places, unfortunately" *He leans back against the table, taking another sip of this drink. He wished he could ask for the recipe. Anyway :3*

"of course I do, there's a really pretty garden not to far from here, many people love going there"

"..a garden..? You...sure we can do that there? I- y'know- 's a GARDEN- I- uh-...dunno if we could even do that. ..does sound nice...'n allergy inducin'.." *He rests his elbow on the table, propping his face against his knuckles*

"I'm sure, I've seen other people play and sing there as well. It gathers around a lot of folks"

*He quietly sighs again, taking a few seconds to really think the whole ordeal over again* "..if yer sure, I s'pose I could. When 'ere we gonna do this?"

"hm, when are you free?"

*He smiles over at her, tired but genuine* "Well, it's been goin'. Still trynna fund fer an AC somehow. Swear tha place's been up fer as long as I've been up 'ere, 'n we still ain't got propa air conditionin'. Least we got slushies 'n all that t' keep us cool. Or me, at least. I'm a fairly warm guy, y'know?"

"An AC would really help to bring more people. Since you know, nobody wants to be dying from heat heh. And Yea I get it. You know, maybe I could help you collect some money! You could put some shows outside of that place as well! People would pay some good money to see you. And with that you would not only be able to get an AC but you could even fix the place a bit"

*He nearly choked on his hot chocolate at her suggestion, trying to collect what little thoughts he could before responding* "Wha- ME? Preform? O- outside?? I-...it's a good idea, don't get me wrong, but...are we sure they'd PAY t' hear ME? I- I ain't no one special, y'know..?"

"Oh don't say that nonsense, every famous person starts as no one special, it's the confidence to be able to get out there that makes them known. And believe me, the moment I heard your voice I was enchanted. You have a beautiful voice, it's honestly a shame you don't use it more"

*Aaaand now he's softly blushing. He really can't take a compliment without getting flustered. Sinking in his chair a bit, he stares at the table, contemplating the idea* "...well- as ya can probably tell, I ain't really got tha...confidence part. I-...ya sure this'll work? Geez, this 's bringin' back ol' memories.."

*He sighs softly, running a hand gently through his hair* "...guess it wouldn't hurt. ..probably should try t' put myself out there more, now that I think 'bout it. ...uuuuugh- sure, I'm in"

"Sounds simple enough. You have any places in mind? I don't really get out often, so...I don't know any good places, unfortunately" *He leans back against the table, taking another sip of this drink. He wished he could ask for the recipe. Anyway :3*

"of course I do, there's a really pretty garden not to far from here, many people love going there"

"..a garden..? You...sure we can do that there? I- y'know- 's a GARDEN- I- uh-...dunno if we could even do that. ..does sound nice...'n allergy inducin'.." *He rests his elbow on the table, propping his face against his knuckles*

"I'm sure, I've seen other people play and sing there as well. It gathers around a lot of folks"

*He smiles over at her, tired but genuine* "Well, it's been goin'. Still trynna fund fer an AC somehow. Swear tha place's been up fer as long as I've been up 'ere, 'n we still ain't got propa air conditionin'. Least we got slushies 'n all that t' keep us cool. Or me, at least. I'm a fairly warm guy, y'know?"

"An AC would really help to bring more people. Since you know, nobody wants to be dying from heat heh. And Yea I get it. You know, maybe I could help you collect some money! You could put some shows outside of that place as well! People would pay some good money to see you. And with that you would not only be able to get an AC but you could even fix the place a bit"

*He nearly choked on his hot chocolate at her suggestion, trying to collect what little thoughts he could before responding* "Wha- ME? Preform? O- outside?? I-...it's a good idea, don't get me wrong, but...are we sure they'd PAY t' hear ME? I- I ain't no one special, y'know..?"

"Oh don't say that nonsense, every famous person starts as no one special, it's the confidence to be able to get out there that makes them known. And believe me, the moment I heard your voice I was enchanted. You have a beautiful voice, it's honestly a shame you don't use it more"

*Aaaand now he's softly blushing. He really can't take a compliment without getting flustered. Sinking in his chair a bit, he stares at the table, contemplating the idea* "...well- as ya can probably tell, I ain't really got tha...confidence part. I-...ya sure this'll work? Geez, this 's bringin' back ol' memories.."

*He sighs softly, running a hand gently through his hair* "...guess it wouldn't hurt. ..probably should try t' put myself out there more, now that I think 'bout it. ...uuuuugh- sure, I'm in"

"Sounds simple enough. You have any places in mind? I don't really get out often, so...I don't know any good places, unfortunately" *He leans back against the table, taking another sip of this drink. He wished he could ask for the recipe. Anyway :3*

"of course I do, there's a really pretty garden not to far from here, many people love going there"

*He smiles over at her, tired but genuine* "Well, it's been goin'. Still trynna fund fer an AC somehow. Swear tha place's been up fer as long as I've been up 'ere, 'n we still ain't got propa air conditionin'. Least we got slushies 'n all that t' keep us cool. Or me, at least. I'm a fairly warm guy, y'know?"

"An AC would really help to bring more people. Since you know, nobody wants to be dying from heat heh. And Yea I get it. You know, maybe I could help you collect some money! You could put some shows outside of that place as well! People would pay some good money to see you. And with that you would not only be able to get an AC but you could even fix the place a bit"

*He nearly choked on his hot chocolate at her suggestion, trying to collect what little thoughts he could before responding* "Wha- ME? Preform? O- outside?? I-...it's a good idea, don't get me wrong, but...are we sure they'd PAY t' hear ME? I- I ain't no one special, y'know..?"

"Oh don't say that nonsense, every famous person starts as no one special, it's the confidence to be able to get out there that makes them known. And believe me, the moment I heard your voice I was enchanted. You have a beautiful voice, it's honestly a shame you don't use it more"

*Aaaand now he's softly blushing. He really can't take a compliment without getting flustered. Sinking in his chair a bit, he stares at the table, contemplating the idea* "...well- as ya can probably tell, I ain't really got tha...confidence part. I-...ya sure this'll work? Geez, this 's bringin' back ol' memories.."

*He sighs softly, running a hand gently through his hair* "...guess it wouldn't hurt. ..probably should try t' put myself out there more, now that I think 'bout it. ...uuuuugh- sure, I'm in"

*He smiles over at her, tired but genuine* "Well, it's been goin'. Still trynna fund fer an AC somehow. Swear tha place's been up fer as long as I've been up 'ere, 'n we still ain't got propa air conditionin'. Least we got slushies 'n all that t' keep us cool. Or me, at least. I'm a fairly warm guy, y'know?"

"An AC would really help to bring more people. Since you know, nobody wants to be dying from heat heh. And Yea I get it. You know, maybe I could help you collect some money! You could put some shows outside of that place as well! People would pay some good money to see you. And with that you would not only be able to get an AC but you could even fix the place a bit"

*He nearly choked on his hot chocolate at her suggestion, trying to collect what little thoughts he could before responding* "Wha- ME? Preform? O- outside?? I-...it's a good idea, don't get me wrong, but...are we sure they'd PAY t' hear ME? I- I ain't no one special, y'know..?"

"Oh don't say that nonsense, every famous person starts as no one special, it's the confidence to be able to get out there that makes them known. And believe me, the moment I heard your voice I was enchanted. You have a beautiful voice, it's honestly a shame you don't use it more"

*Aaaand now he's softly blushing. He really can't take a compliment without getting flustered. Sinking in his chair a bit, he stares at the table, contemplating the idea* "...well- as ya can probably tell, I ain't really got tha...confidence part. I-...ya sure this'll work? Geez, this 's bringin' back ol' memories.."

*He smiles over at her, tired but genuine* "Well, it's been goin'. Still trynna fund fer an AC somehow. Swear tha place's been up fer as long as I've been up 'ere, 'n we still ain't got propa air conditionin'. Least we got slushies 'n all that t' keep us cool. Or me, at least. I'm a fairly warm guy, y'know?"

"An AC would really help to bring more people. Since you know, nobody wants to be dying from heat heh. And Yea I get it. You know, maybe I could help you collect some money! You could put some shows outside of that place as well! People would pay some good money to see you. And with that you would not only be able to get an AC but you could even fix the place a bit"

*He nearly choked on his hot chocolate at her suggestion, trying to collect what little thoughts he could before responding* "Wha- ME? Preform? O- outside?? I-...it's a good idea, don't get me wrong, but...are we sure they'd PAY t' hear ME? I- I ain't no one special, y'know..?"

"Oh don't say that nonsense, every famous person starts as no one special, it's the confidence to be able to get out there that makes them known. And believe me, the moment I heard your voice I was enchanted. You have a beautiful voice, it's honestly a shame you don't use it more"

*He smiles over at her, tired but genuine* "Well, it's been goin'. Still trynna fund fer an AC somehow. Swear tha place's been up fer as long as I've been up 'ere, 'n we still ain't got propa air conditionin'. Least we got slushies 'n all that t' keep us cool. Or me, at least. I'm a fairly warm guy, y'know?"

"An AC would really help to bring more people. Since you know, nobody wants to be dying from heat heh. And Yea I get it. You know, maybe I could help you collect some money! You could put some shows outside of that place as well! People would pay some good money to see you. And with that you would not only be able to get an AC but you could even fix the place a bit"

*The inside seems to resemble an older styled club around the 1940-60s. Mant angels were dancing, singing, or talking amongst themselves as they pleased. There was a stage in the back of the club with a man singing. Obviously :3. And he was a pretty good singer, too :D*

*her eyes widen a bit, she's never seen this type of club or any type up in heaven. She sat at a table mesmerized by the singing*

*He glances down at the newcomer, giving her a soft smile before continuing the song. His face was confident yet innocent. Every word he sang, he knew like the back of his own hand. That confidence was what drove his audience in, like fishes on a hook. His voice was just a little extra bait, perhaps. Once the song was finished, the crowd erupted in applause, cheers, and whistles. Like a small concert. The man smiles down at the crowd warmly, waving to his audience as he slips backstage*

*she claps thinking the performance was absolutely wonderful and delightful. The way he showed he was confident but yet an innocent soul at the same time was absolutely mesmerizing. And putting it all together with his voice, wow what a show. Melany thought to herself*

*The club quiets down, only the suddle sound of jazz could be heard through the endless chatter. Out of the corner of her eye, Melany could see the singer sitting down at a bar, his vest resting over his shoulder as he tugs at his undershirt* "Uuuugh, we really need an AC in this joint one day. 'S like they WANT me ta melt"

*He quickly looked up at her, blinking in surprise. His hand gently moves to the back of his neck as he turns away bashfully, trying to keep his arm down as much as possible* "We-h-ell, thank ya, miss. 'M glad ya enjoyed tha show"

*He lays his vest down in his lap, glancing back over to her. It takes a second for him to realize what's she's implying* "..oh- Tyke. I- my name's Tyke"

"my name is Melany. Nice to meet you Tyke"

"Nice ta meet ya too. So, what brings ya t' this little club?" *He leans back in his seat, looking over at the counter as the bartender sets a styrofoam cup next to him. It's a slushie :3*

"Well in not the one to walk into clubs, but I happened to walk bye and heard the amazing melody. I just had to see who was responsible for it."

*He looks up at her as he drinks, pausing for a second* "..wait- y'can hear me from outside? 'N I thought tha AC's my biggest problem. Uh...s'pose ya found yer culprit"

"Uuuuuugh, hope it doesn't disturb someone jus' trynna get their steps in. Definitely gonna be thinkin' 'bout that next time I sing.." *He grumbles softly, taking another sip of his drink. His hair seems to be ripping softly, like a gentle breeze over a slow-moving river*

"I don't think it would disturb anyone, quite the contrary I think they would enjoy it. It didn't disturb me"

"..really? Well- I know people like my singin', I jus'...uh...yeah, I got nuthin'" *He slumps forward, resting his face in one of his hands*

*He sets his drink down on the counter, giving her a weary smile* "I've been doin' that fer a while now, I believe. Took a while ta work up tha courage, but I got there. Somehow"

*The inside seems to resemble an older styled club around the 1940-60s. Mant angels were dancing, singing, or talking amongst themselves as they pleased. There was a stage in the back of the club with a man singing. Obviously :3. And he was a pretty good singer, too :D*

*her eyes widen a bit, she's never seen this type of club or any type up in heaven. She sat at a table mesmerized by the singing*

*He glances down at the newcomer, giving her a soft smile before continuing the song. His face was confident yet innocent. Every word he sang, he knew like the back of his own hand. That confidence was what drove his audience in, like fishes on a hook. His voice was just a little extra bait, perhaps. Once the song was finished, the crowd erupted in applause, cheers, and whistles. Like a small concert. The man smiles down at the crowd warmly, waving to his audience as he slips backstage*

*she claps thinking the performance was absolutely wonderful and delightful. The way he showed he was confident but yet an innocent soul at the same time was absolutely mesmerizing. And putting it all together with his voice, wow what a show. Melany thought to herself*

*The club quiets down, only the suddle sound of jazz could be heard through the endless chatter. Out of the corner of her eye, Melany could see the singer sitting down at a bar, his vest resting over his shoulder as he tugs at his undershirt* "Uuuugh, we really need an AC in this joint one day. 'S like they WANT me ta melt"

*He quickly looked up at her, blinking in surprise. His hand gently moves to the back of his neck as he turns away bashfully, trying to keep his arm down as much as possible* "We-h-ell, thank ya, miss. 'M glad ya enjoyed tha show"

*He lays his vest down in his lap, glancing back over to her. It takes a second for him to realize what's she's implying* "..oh- Tyke. I- my name's Tyke"

"my name is Melany. Nice to meet you Tyke"

"Nice ta meet ya too. So, what brings ya t' this little club?" *He leans back in his seat, looking over at the counter as the bartender sets a styrofoam cup next to him. It's a slushie :3*

"Well in not the one to walk into clubs, but I happened to walk bye and heard the amazing melody. I just had to see who was responsible for it."

*He looks up at her as he drinks, pausing for a second* "..wait- y'can hear me from outside? 'N I thought tha AC's my biggest problem. Uh...s'pose ya found yer culprit"

"Uuuuuugh, hope it doesn't disturb someone jus' trynna get their steps in. Definitely gonna be thinkin' 'bout that next time I sing.." *He grumbles softly, taking another sip of his drink. His hair seems to be ripping softly, like a gentle breeze over a slow-moving river*

"I don't think it would disturb anyone, quite the contrary I think they would enjoy it. It didn't disturb me"

"..really? Well- I know people like my singin', I jus'...uh...yeah, I got nuthin'" *He slumps forward, resting his face in one of his hands*

*The inside seems to resemble an older styled club around the 1940-60s. Mant angels were dancing, singing, or talking amongst themselves as they pleased. There was a stage in the back of the club with a man singing. Obviously :3. And he was a pretty good singer, too :D*

*her eyes widen a bit, she's never seen this type of club or any type up in heaven. She sat at a table mesmerized by the singing*

*He glances down at the newcomer, giving her a soft smile before continuing the song. His face was confident yet innocent. Every word he sang, he knew like the back of his own hand. That confidence was what drove his audience in, like fishes on a hook. His voice was just a little extra bait, perhaps. Once the song was finished, the crowd erupted in applause, cheers, and whistles. Like a small concert. The man smiles down at the crowd warmly, waving to his audience as he slips backstage*

*she claps thinking the performance was absolutely wonderful and delightful. The way he showed he was confident but yet an innocent soul at the same time was absolutely mesmerizing. And putting it all together with his voice, wow what a show. Melany thought to herself*

*The club quiets down, only the suddle sound of jazz could be heard through the endless chatter. Out of the corner of her eye, Melany could see the singer sitting down at a bar, his vest resting over his shoulder as he tugs at his undershirt* "Uuuugh, we really need an AC in this joint one day. 'S like they WANT me ta melt"

*He quickly looked up at her, blinking in surprise. His hand gently moves to the back of his neck as he turns away bashfully, trying to keep his arm down as much as possible* "We-h-ell, thank ya, miss. 'M glad ya enjoyed tha show"

*He lays his vest down in his lap, glancing back over to her. It takes a second for him to realize what's she's implying* "..oh- Tyke. I- my name's Tyke"

"my name is Melany. Nice to meet you Tyke"

"Nice ta meet ya too. So, what brings ya t' this little club?" *He leans back in his seat, looking over at the counter as the bartender sets a styrofoam cup next to him. It's a slushie :3*

"Well in not the one to walk into clubs, but I happened to walk bye and heard the amazing melody. I just had to see who was responsible for it."

*He looks up at her as he drinks, pausing for a second* "..wait- y'can hear me from outside? 'N I thought tha AC's my biggest problem. Uh...s'pose ya found yer culprit"

"Uuuuuugh, hope it doesn't disturb someone jus' trynna get their steps in. Definitely gonna be thinkin' 'bout that next time I sing.." *He grumbles softly, taking another sip of his drink. His hair seems to be ripping softly, like a gentle breeze over a slow-moving river*

"I don't think it would disturb anyone, quite the contrary I think they would enjoy it. It didn't disturb me"

*The inside seems to resemble an older styled club around the 1940-60s. Mant angels were dancing, singing, or talking amongst themselves as they pleased. There was a stage in the back of the club with a man singing. Obviously :3. And he was a pretty good singer, too :D*

*her eyes widen a bit, she's never seen this type of club or any type up in heaven. She sat at a table mesmerized by the singing*

*He glances down at the newcomer, giving her a soft smile before continuing the song. His face was confident yet innocent. Every word he sang, he knew like the back of his own hand. That confidence was what drove his audience in, like fishes on a hook. His voice was just a little extra bait, perhaps. Once the song was finished, the crowd erupted in applause, cheers, and whistles. Like a small concert. The man smiles down at the crowd warmly, waving to his audience as he slips backstage*

*she claps thinking the performance was absolutely wonderful and delightful. The way he showed he was confident but yet an innocent soul at the same time was absolutely mesmerizing. And putting it all together with his voice, wow what a show. Melany thought to herself*

*The club quiets down, only the suddle sound of jazz could be heard through the endless chatter. Out of the corner of her eye, Melany could see the singer sitting down at a bar, his vest resting over his shoulder as he tugs at his undershirt* "Uuuugh, we really need an AC in this joint one day. 'S like they WANT me ta melt"

*He quickly looked up at her, blinking in surprise. His hand gently moves to the back of his neck as he turns away bashfully, trying to keep his arm down as much as possible* "We-h-ell, thank ya, miss. 'M glad ya enjoyed tha show"

*He lays his vest down in his lap, glancing back over to her. It takes a second for him to realize what's she's implying* "..oh- Tyke. I- my name's Tyke"

"my name is Melany. Nice to meet you Tyke"

"Nice ta meet ya too. So, what brings ya t' this little club?" *He leans back in his seat, looking over at the counter as the bartender sets a styrofoam cup next to him. It's a slushie :3*

"Well in not the one to walk into clubs, but I happened to walk bye and heard the amazing melody. I just had to see who was responsible for it."

*He looks up at her as he drinks, pausing for a second* "..wait- y'can hear me from outside? 'N I thought tha AC's my biggest problem. Uh...s'pose ya found yer culprit"

*The inside seems to resemble an older styled club around the 1940-60s. Mant angels were dancing, singing, or talking amongst themselves as they pleased. There was a stage in the back of the club with a man singing. Obviously :3. And he was a pretty good singer, too :D*

*her eyes widen a bit, she's never seen this type of club or any type up in heaven. She sat at a table mesmerized by the singing*

*He glances down at the newcomer, giving her a soft smile before continuing the song. His face was confident yet innocent. Every word he sang, he knew like the back of his own hand. That confidence was what drove his audience in, like fishes on a hook. His voice was just a little extra bait, perhaps. Once the song was finished, the crowd erupted in applause, cheers, and whistles. Like a small concert. The man smiles down at the crowd warmly, waving to his audience as he slips backstage*

*she claps thinking the performance was absolutely wonderful and delightful. The way he showed he was confident but yet an innocent soul at the same time was absolutely mesmerizing. And putting it all together with his voice, wow what a show. Melany thought to herself*

*The club quiets down, only the suddle sound of jazz could be heard through the endless chatter. Out of the corner of her eye, Melany could see the singer sitting down at a bar, his vest resting over his shoulder as he tugs at his undershirt* "Uuuugh, we really need an AC in this joint one day. 'S like they WANT me ta melt"

*He quickly looked up at her, blinking in surprise. His hand gently moves to the back of his neck as he turns away bashfully, trying to keep his arm down as much as possible* "We-h-ell, thank ya, miss. 'M glad ya enjoyed tha show"

*He lays his vest down in his lap, glancing back over to her. It takes a second for him to realize what's she's implying* "..oh- Tyke. I- my name's Tyke"

"my name is Melany. Nice to meet you Tyke"

"Nice ta meet ya too. So, what brings ya t' this little club?" *He leans back in his seat, looking over at the counter as the bartender sets a styrofoam cup next to him. It's a slushie :3*

"Well in not the one to walk into clubs, but I happened to walk bye and heard the amazing melody. I just had to see who was responsible for it."