Zati entered his room and set down his flute case calmly moving over to his small piano. it wasnt much just a simple oak piano that sat a few feet off the ground. he stad down at it and pulled out a blank sheet of music paper and placed it on the stand and started plying it. every now and then he would pause to write down notes and chordes. when it was down it was almost night time. he went to his small kitchen and started making fattucini alfredo. his favorite food dish.