Trystan nodded, sitting down on the bench and cracking his knuckles. A second later, his fingers were flying across the keys and a song with triumph and hope entertwined in it filled the house. In one motion, and without missing a note, he took off his hat and laid it next to the closed book of music. His eyes shut, and a small smile spread his lips. Not a single note was played wrong. The neko's ears swiveled this way and that as the melody shifted into something soothing. His fingers slowed, and the smile grew wider. God, how he loved music. His fingers shifted tempo again, playing the theme from his favorite movie, the Nightmare before Christmas. Once before he'd harbored dreams of playing with Danny Elfman and the Ney York Philharmonic, but those dreams had been snuffed in the corps. Now, he simply played for himself, and anyone listening.