I'd been to the lounge before and knew the Bosendorfer Imperial waited for me. My fingers couldn't have Lydia's sub, so they craved the next best thing: making music on a beautiful instrument.

I was thankful there were few people in the lounge. The Bosendorfer called for Sinatra, as it so often did. My fingers ran across the keys and then I moved the seat to a more comfortable position. The music took over and my voice crooned the classic song using my voice to its best ...