Jazz Nights

Matteo had been on the island around six months, but he'd only been among the general population about half a month. He hasn't talked to many, but he always came here, to this small but very nice jazz club.

Like all the other nights, he played his saxophone, he was good, very good. Then he'd slip it back into its case and quietly step down from the stage. From there he found his way to a table in the corner, a beer in front of him.

A normal night, or rather as normal as nights for him could be anymore. He quietly sipped his drink, listening to the necxt person to play.