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Sep. 22nd, 2014 09:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Yrael is still half-asleep when he wanders into the bar room from the back hallway this morning. Running a fond hand along the top of the Bar by way of 'good morning,' the pale musician makes his way to the piano. There, he settles onto the bench, his fingers drifting across the cool surface of the keys. The soft melody that emerges is sleepy, meandering jazz, settling bit by bit into the quiet morning.