I didn’t think he would have any meaningful stories to tell if he did, I expected it would have some gory bits to it. The story he told me that night was about his life during his younger days as a gangster.
He was twenty-one years old that year. I couldn't remember the exact day, but Jonathan was drinking with his brother in a nightclub. He shouted to the steward, “Can’t I get some peace?”
The steward immediately said, “Okay, I'll deal with it right away.”
The loud music stopped and a girl wearing a long, white dress to the floor walked onto the stage towards a white piano. She didn’t fit in with the razzle-dazzle of the night club, which enchanted him.
When she played the piano, her ethereal melody fell from the sky. Jonathan was completely fascinated by the sound, which seemed to purify his ruthless and brutal soul and let him find his lost self.