Arthur yawned in the morning light, his suit was ironed and imaculate but the owner was anything but. Hair uncombed, stubble running rampant, and eyes half open, the young man stumbled from his home on the familiar road back to the grindstone. Every day was the same for the him lately it seemed as he thought over the last month or so in his head.
Wake up, go to work, come home, and either Play Games or waste time on his phone. 
What a life to live, with nothing but the next day to live for. His body yearned for adventure but his spirit had long since relinquished the enjoyment of the thought. Today seemed no different, but his thoughts were interrupted as he turned the corner. There in the middle of the street was a chime. At first it seemed like a hallucination so Arthur walked by it but it wasn't long before another chime appeared. Then another and another!
At this point he was trying to keep calm as best as possible. His nerves were on end. Nobody saw them, nobody even mentioned them, and he heard the tinkling of every single one. 
Arthur worked up his courage and finally caved in to the incessant ring of these strange things, his whole body was excited, and gently touched one with his finger.
In an instant he felt reality crumble about him, the infinity of the stars invaded his every sight, the tinkling of chimes invaded his mind but it was pleasant now. A call he would answer, he had to answer, as he felt the connection between them and the universe come to life.
With a groan he woke in the alley, his head throbbed painfully and his sight was blurry as he tried to sit up but found himself incapable of completing the task. His mind was totally empty as he lay motionless on the hard cement staring at the bright sky. 
The tink of a chime caught his ear as he turned to inspect the noise. There, hovering above his head, was a keep. The chime creatures that bard charmed with his own strange music.. The realization was like a bucket of cold water.

The chimes, the keep, his vision, he had become or gained the powers of, Bard! Arthur laughed at the insanity of it all but the sound caught in his throat. It almost sounded like... A flute.
He opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a deep baritone, like a tuba on a low note, forcing him to cover his mouth. Too weird!
Arthur got to his feet and looked at his body expecting it to be swollen and more akin to Bard but ti his relief it was the same old Arthur. With s sigh that sounded more like the wind through a chime he leaned back against a wall to catch his breathe.
A portal like the one Bard made opened up from behind him and stole his balance as he shifted to a spirit form that traversed the portal to its destination in a dizzying display of lights and sounds.
The ride ended when the portal opened very briefly at its destination and spat him out. Directly into the path of a guy on rollerblades.