Chapter 1 - Intoxicating Music

“Jee, well this is a first.” mumbled the quiet old man, Walter was 53 years old, he came to this bar for one reason and one reason only, to pull his shit together. For a while he played music, made his own too. But because he got so old he slowly stopped his hobbies, and this one sultry night he thought to see what he remembers, he played a few pieces, famous ones, and even his very own one. He played and played and nearly forgot what was going on around him, eventually he got up, walking over to the bar’s counter to ask for a nice frothy beer. After slurping it down he went to leave, but felt someone tap his shoulder speaking a little raspy.