*had not realised that there was any live music on offer here and so turns towards the stage with some surprise as he hears the first notes on the piano*
*eyes widen as he sees you onstage and isn't sure how he had not known that you are musical* *feels a faintly wistful tug at his heart as he wonders what it was like to be obsessed by you (as he must have been) and is a little shaken when he suddenly hears his own faint regret mirrored and magnified by your song*
*blinks up at the stage and realises that he is not musical because he cannot understand how you are making these sounds and these words and how the whole club silences to listen to you* *cradles his half-empty pint in his hands and shakes his head, utterly absorbed with watching and listening to you*