Remi sat on the hard wooden bench in front of the dusty paino that he kept in tune. His hands floated over the keys as he played a soft, haunting melody. His eyes were closed and his body moved slowly to the rythymn that his hands found. The music was his escape, and it was a way for him to relax. It didn't matter that there were other places people would say he needed to be, this was the one place he wanted to be. Just here with his paino.