Tyler continued to make his way to his destination, quietly opening the doors to the shop and hearing some slow, beautiful music playing throughout the shop, a rarity that someone skilled was at the helm of the old piano in the corner. He usually ignored the players but this one managed to grasp his attention. As the song continued on he realized he hadn't gotten his order yet, turning his attention to the counter and purchasing the usual: For him, it was a "Chocolate Melt Extreme" an ice cold mocha with fudge at the bottom and a bunch of off-brand store bought chips for a dollar, there was also the option to make it into a twist, adding a variety of different flavors, but he was usually fine with just the basics. His mother usually always wanted him to bring her back some coffee as well, liking it bitter and black as night. 

As he waited for his order to be done, he moved his thoughts back to the piano player; he studied her from distance, back against the wall near the counter and his hands in his pockets. He had always wanted to try his hand at an instrument but his father had forbidden it. [i]"The day you learn to play any instrument is the day i'll roll in my grave"[/i] he said doubtfully, looking at his son with a doubtful smirk [i]" You can't even stand being in school for an hour extra.. what makes you think you have it in you to go to music lessions ?"[/i]

Tyler had a slight grimace on his face as the memories continued to flood in, almost not noticing the gaze from the worker behind the counter, the two drinks in a nice cup-tray and he quietly appologized taking them from her hands and hearing the music stop. As he was making his way for the door he was surprised when he suddenly felt a hot, scalding burn hit him straight in the chest and drizzling down to his stomach... 

Biting his lower lip he looked at the large stain on his shirt, one he had gotten from a concert a few cities away, he had seen one a band with his sister, who had moved west when she had gotten the chance. A favorite band of hers called "Ashes for My Love" one of the bands most people would think something was wrong with it's listeners. The kind of death-growling screamo bands where all the members look like their dads beat them occasionally.

Realizing he needed to react, say something or maybe even yell at the person now in front of him he recognized her as the one playing the piano moments earlier and saw the distress on her face as she looked every-which way for something to clean up the mess. [i]"... it's fine, I got it"[/i] he told her calmly, but his voice revealed he was slightly irritated. Knowing that this could have happened to anyone, he quickly turned to the counter. [i]" It was my bad, I should have watched out... you guys got a mop, right ?"[/i] he asked the girl behind the counter before she nodded and went to go retreive it; leaving the two alone with their stained clothes...