(Stupid long post incoming. Sorry in advance!) Some of the crowd hadn't been paying the current singer any mind, but those that did seemed to enjoy her. Apparently she was somewhat out of tune, apparently not used to doing this, singing some kind of...anthem? Hymn? Something that was sung in a church? Eulogy, even? Whatever it was, it wasn't bad, but it needed work. Then Diego got a good look at the singer, having to squint thanks to standing near the entrance of the music hall. It was a woman singer, a Zora with some scars and a fighter's build. Then it hit him. "Wait...Asherah?" He definitely recognized her now. And now he felt bad for judging her based on her shoddy singing abilities...well, shoddy in his opinion, anyway. The Order of Rauru probably thought she did fine. The bartender was commending her for a job well done, seemingly sarcastically, but a job well done nonetheless. He wanted to call out to her, but she seemed busy. Best not to interrupt this moment. A woman standing to his left suddenly shrieked, causing him to freak out and jump. "Whoa, what?!" Seconds later, a squeal emanated from the doorway. Diego leaned forward to find that an animal was stuck in the doorway. Some kind of...hog? "Oh, it's a Bullbo," he muttered, heaving a sigh of relief and laughing softly. These things made for good eating sometimes, depending on if the staff was able to wrangle one up to the Song Raven Cafe. This one seemed to want to be served up to someone for some good eating...at least that was his thought until an eccentric, wild-tempered Gerudo walked over to the door. Was the hog hers? She was screaming at it, telling it to calm its tits and go back outside for the time being. He smiled at the situation. Were this any other time, this might have been considered animal abuse. For now, however, he couldn't judge. Some people would raise pets in their own ways. Nothing to be done about that. Both happenings just now gave him an idea of what he wanted to perform. He had an idea to play his guitar and sing along, but there was something better. Something less upbeat and more somber, a way to reflect the stillness typically found at night outside the town. His thoughts went out to the landscapes he passed on his way here, and how the moon was so clear at night outside Kasuto and Hera. Pulling from that, he remembered a song his sister loved to perform and sing along to, with the piano accompaniment to go along with it. She claimed she wrote it in recollection of all the lives lost and impacted during the Thirty Years War, based on the accounts she heard from people. Could he play and sing the entire song from memory? Would it even have the same impact that it would if she were singing it? Well, he was going to try. No point in just standing in the background doing nothing, anyway. In the immortal words of a frequent Song Raven patron, 'just do it.' "Just do it," he echoed, brimming with minor confidence. With that, he made his way past Asherah, the bartender, the Gerudo, a Goron, and a few other characters. Guitar was slung around his back as if he was going to play it, but he wasn't. The impact of the melody would be better served with just the piano and the sound of his voice. The house band, who had started playing something again, stopped when they saw him approach. A quick exchange later, and they were helping him move the piano in the room to center stage. placed it so that it was facing the wall on the left, tilted at a slight angle so the crowd could see his face and his hands as they played the piano. His guitar sat to the left side of the piano, facing the crowd. He briefly looked out at the crowd, most of whom had gone silent and were expecting something of him. Could he do it? Appease a large crowd of strangers like this? Well, worse things had happened before. He waved his finger to cast a small amount of wind magic in the room. It wasn't anything major or anything that anyone could visibly feel, but it would help the sound carry throughout the room. Then with a tip of his hat and a smile toward the crowd, he turned toward the piano, fingers set on the keys, and began to play. By modern conventions, the song was keyed in C# major and played at 108 beats per minute. His fingers pressed down on the ebony and ivory keys and produced a somber melody, carried throughout the room by his spell. Lively notes gave way to subdued notes as he began to sing. "Burn... I'm burning in my skin... Can't get them out of my head, Oh, words... Those words you said to me, yeah... Stop my heart, barely beating." His piano playing picked up a little bit more with the next part. "And now I'm stuck on repeat, I can't sleep through this madness... It's madness... Tame the fire to suffer to live in the ashes, in the ashes..." His voice carried surprisingly well in this place, even with the spell he was using. The shift back to subdued came suddenly, but complemented the song well. "That's what happens, when you let oil play with matches, yeah... That's what happens...oh-ooh... That's what happens, when you let oil play with matches, oh-ooh... That's what happens, happens, happens..." His piano playing picked up, and his voice rose another octave. He was really getting passionate about this song now. "Water! I need this like water... ...hurt, surround ourselves in self-destruction! Self-worth... Need someone to come reconstruct it. You know it, you got it bad... And I got it, I got it bad! We got it bad!" Now the piano was getting livelier. His voice and the notes of the keys melded together in perfect harmony. Even his eyes closed as he got really into the melody. "And now we're back to that, feeling we never had, just pretend... Catalyze my catatonic mind, give it liiiiiiiiife! Until it burns too bright... It burns too bright, consuming what little's left inside! Under cover of night, put the past out of sight, we both knew it wasn't riiiiiight!" His voice gave out to passionate piano playing. Those that could have seen his hands before now could no longer see his fingers, as he was playing so quickly and so gracefully that it was hard to tell where his fingers were. Now the melody grew more somber and quiet as he looped back to the chorus, and his voice dropped another octave. "That's what happens... When you let oil play with matches... Oh yeah... That's what happens..." His playing picked back up, and his voice picked back up an octave. One final push to deliver the rest of this chorus. "Ooooooooh-ooh!! That's what happens... When you let oil play with matches... Oooh-ooh-oh! And that's what happens, happens, happens, when you let oil play with matches, you get burned!" His playing dropped once again, and was now playing single notes for the outro. However, his voice hadn't dropped an octave, but was definitely quieter now. "And we must want to be hurt..." Quieter now. "And we must want to be burned..." Slightly quieter now. "We must want to be burned... Burned... Burned... We must want to be..." And with that, he stopped playing. The notes of the song and his voice echoed out as the magic faded out. He leaned back in the seat he used and opened his eyes toward the ceiling, slightly panting but sporting a wide grin on his face. That was...exhilarating. He hadn't done something like that in a long time, and in front of such a large audience, too. This was sincerely the most fun he had in a very long time. But did the audience love it? He would have to wait and see what their reactions were.