When I was a young boy with an exceptional talent for the concert piano. Not to brag I was a borderline savant, however without any social disorders; maybe not because I visit this place way to often, but I digress, my talent shone like a star. I was being compared to Ludwig and Wolfgang that only stroked my ego, such a delicate thing, an ego, at that age. As you can probably tell, my weakness was and is hubris. I am half Japanese, which means I got to travel to Japan a lot. I developed into a highly idolized concert pianist at the tender age of 10. I played weddings and private concerts for the elite of elite all over Asia. As I grew in age, some of those private concerts got increasingly more private. One of my, lets call her a client for her and my sake, clients introduced me to the world of amphetamines and mob connections. I played for the Yakuza for a constant fix, as you can imagine my skill for obvious reason fell off the wagon, but always sounded so empyrean to me. However I was no fool, so I took out loans for whatever vice I could get my hands on. Escorts, drugs, bum fighters, and of course gambling. I was not the best on paying back debt, that got my leg chopped off. After that, my buddies Davy and John sobered me up and got me a job as a lounge singer for a back-water bar. I played the piano that night for the first time in years. In my proudest moment, more so than any other. Every one heard me play, they sat in silence then collectively got up and sung. [b]Man what are you doing here? Oh La La La Di Dee Da La Da Di Dee Da Da Dum Sing us a song You're the Piano Man Sing us a song tonight[/b]