He shuffles to the piano. He bows over the keys. He begins to make tender magic. His audience of weary travelers is suspended in a mild trance.
A dark figure traverses the dim stage. Circuits, QR codes and tribal patterns run up its lithe frame. Luminous lips tremble.
The soundscape begins to form. Melancholic shades of the ancient and the mysterious, bleed into the fast and frenzied future.
When two people from vastly different backgrounds agree on something, a thing more magnificent than the total sum of their brilliance is born.
Imagine. You are an artist. You wake up in a strange city. Two paths open up before you. You must choose one.