Bennett threw open the shutters on the windows of his small room and nearly jumped for joy when he saw just how nice it was outside. Just the sort of weather he had been hoping for. Playing music out in the rain was no fun at all. He threw on some clothes, washed his face, gathered his things and then stood for a moment, looking out the window at the small town below. He’d stopped in a little sea side town and hoped to make enough money to stay there for a while. He only planned to stay at the little inn he had found for around a week, just long enough to make enough money to move on to the next town. He never stayed anywhere long but this town was so charming that he might just have to visit it again some time. He closed the window and left his room, rushing own the stairs with his accordion cradled carefully in his arms. He was very protective of it, even when it was locked safely away in its bulky case. He smiled widely as he walked out of the inn and took in a deep breath of the salty air. After a quick stretch he walked off down the street and began looking for a good place to begin playing. Off to the side, but not so far out of people’s way that they wouldn’t be inclined to stop and throw some money into his hat. After a solid twenty minutes he decided that down by the docks would be a good place to start. They were fairly busy after all, and it was important that as many people as possible heard him playing, plus the view from where he sat was lovely. Taking off his hat and placing it on the ground in front of him he began to play a rather cheerful and clearly French inspired tune, watching those that passed by him carefully, watching to see if people were enjoying his playing. He was nearly finished his first song when he noticed a young lady walking nearby and he couldn’t help but stare. He caught himself and pulled his eyes away, but they wandered back over to her and he was staring once again. How rude.