Private show

Dante nodded. "Okay." he stood propping up the beat up guitar against a chair, and walking over to the piano. "I learned this one a few week ago." he told Melissia. "So don't judge me to much."

Dante cracked his knuckles and raised his hands in a dramatic fashion like a pianist in a movie. He began to play and even sing to the Song.

When he finished he turned his head back to her. "Well?" he said. "I know its not the same when the person doesn't mind being heard. But least you can say you got a private show." he joked.