Play me a song.

Dante nodded. "Sure, can't say I'm sure to be the best judge of music. I mean I mostly to country inspired covers so not quite the same, but I've got an ear for it. So by all means." he said standing and letting her either go back in the practice room so they had the privacy or take the piano in the corner of the room.

Dante's back stiffened a bit, that telltale felling of someone's eyes burning a hole in the back of your head. But it was gone as quick as it came. Someone was mad at him, or it felt that way. But not like it didn't make plenty of people mad.