The piano player streams from Patti Loveless to The Cowboy Junkies.
Thankfull that the other Lost sat close enough for him to participate in the conversation. He scoots to one end of the piano bench making room for another to sit.
"Name 'a Conrad, well thats my name these days... Smudge, I knew one like you in Texas. Piss poor attitude for a youth, but tallented individual to be sure. Come sit here, Im sure the black lacquer wont stain."
With that Conrad faces forward as though he were reading music to play by, though his eyes are closed. Striking the keys softly, hes obviously making more of a white noise to disguise the nature of the discussion about to ensue. With that he waits patiently...