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Chloe sits at the bar, drinking from her no foam latte as she reads through a copy of the Daily Planet that Bar was nice enough to provide again. She frowns at one article, but dismisses it, shaking her head. Every once in a while, she looks up from her paper, just to see what oddities she can find in Milliways today.

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Chloe's listening to the music as she reads her paper. At one point, she looks around, curious as to where it was coming from. She smiles when she sees the man playing at the piano, and hops off the barstool to walk towards him. "Didn't know we had talent show audtions here, too."

He turns his head slightly to watch her with his dark eyes. With a rather precise, graceful gesture he brushes some of the dark hair from in front of his face. His voice is cool and dry with a slight, unplaceable accent (unless Chloe is familiar with the Second Age).

"I play for those who desire to listen."

Chloe is not familiar with the Second Age, and frowns momentarily at the accent, unable to place it. "So, you're saying I wanted to listen to something this sad?"

A pause and a tilt of the head. His vocal tone still the same.

"It is merely a statement of my habits as a musician."

Chloe nods. "How long have you been playing?"

He considered for a moment.

"How long have I been playing today, how long have I been playing the piano, or how long have I been playing music at all?"

"You're chock full of questions, aren't you?" Chloe laughs. "Any of them."

He thought for a moment.

"I have been playing today for approximately four hours. I have been playing the piano for approximately five months, and I have been playing music for approximately three hundred and fifty years."

He looks thirty at the oldest, and yes, he did just casually shrug off eons.

"Okay, you do realize you just said three hundred and fifty years, right?" Chloe gives him an appraising glance. "Either you've been in hibernation or something, or you're not human."

He smiled slightly.

"I meant what I said, and physiologically speaking I am as human as you appear to be."

She furrows her eyebrows, waving her hand in some gesture. "And the age span is because...?"

Fire filled his eyes, and lightning began to arc around his body. Within seconds, the air around him began to burn.

Then the power was gone as suddenly as it came.

"Does that suffice?"

"Um, yeah," Chloe manages to get out, staring at him wide eyed as she fumbles with her messenger bag to get out her camera. "Do you think you could do that again?"

He nods calmly. His dark eyes watch her with slight amusement.

"Yes, rather easily."

She has her camera in her hands, and turns it on. "Will you?"

He nods calmly, and the power rips around him.

Sitting calmly, the air around him burns and arcs of lightning leap off his body. Suddenly the power contracts slightly and blade of blinding white fire appears in his hand. He spins it slightly before the power and the blade wink out of existence.

Yes, he's a bit of a showoff.

Chloe takes a few pictures, grinning nonetheless. "Alright, this has to go on the Wall of Weird when I get home. I don't care if it's not related to the meteor rocks."

He shrugged slightly.

"I will presume that you do not have such things in your world?"

"Smallville has it's fair share of strange, but I've never seen anything like that."

He thought for a moment.

"I thought not."

A pause.

"Would you like some music, my lady?"

She tilts her head, considering the requestion. "I can't quite pass up an offer like that, now can I?"

He nods with a small smile.

"Very well then."

He turned to the piano and began to play an eerie, haunting melody. He began to sing in a rich, vibrant baritone, completely unlike his speaking voice. His voice was filled with a sultry, seductive malevolence. The powerful obsession that consumes the bard filling the music. Truly sublime.

Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness wakes and stirs imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses
Helpless to resist the notes I write
For I compose, the music of the night

Slowly, gently, Night unfurls its Splendor
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Hearing is believing, music is deceiving
Hard as lightning, soft as candlelight
Dare you trust the music of the night?

Close your eyes -
For your eyes will only tell the truth
And the truth isn’t what you want to see
In the dark, is it easy to pretend
That the truth is it ought to be

Softly, deftly, Music shall caress you
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you
Open up your mind, Let your fantasies unwind
In this Darkness which you know you cannot fight,
The Darkness of the Music of the Night!

Close your eyes -
Start a journey through a strange new World!
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before,
close you eyes and let music set you free,
only then can you belong to Me.

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savor each Sensation
Let the dream begin, Let your darker side give in
To the Power of the music that I write,
The Power of the Music of the Night!

She listens, waiting for the song to finish before speaking again. "That's from Phantom of the Opera. Dad took me to go see it when the touring company came to Metropolis last year."

He thought for a moment.

"I heard it in the bar... That explains why Meg was rather unnerved. She apparently knew someone harassed by the Phantom."

"Huh? Harassed by the Phantom?"