In a greasy pub in Castelia City A figure stood on the dimly lit stage, leaning against the piano, hair falling in a sleek, shiny sheet over his face while he sawed at his violin, a sweet, melancholy tune pouring from the instrument. A Zoroark lay on her side atop the grand piano, her voice soaring in compliment to the sad tune leaking from her master's violin. The bar, so recently filled with the clinks and chattering of its patrons was now quiet, not a single sound peeping from the crowd. The Violin soon began to grow louder, its tune growing warmer. A soft, melifluos soprano began to rise with the instrument, matching the trill of the Zoroark and filling the notes she left. The Violinist's voice soared, his pokemon matching him, mimicking his voice as the three sounds wrapped together into one, entrancing the crowd. The violin grew to a crescendo and plummeted, its operator's voice halting. The violinist'd arms slowly stroked the bow over the strings, making the instrument cry softly, his pokemon's trilling soprano adding to it. The heart wrenching sorrow pouring from the fiddle brought tears to the eyes of many of the bar's patrons. The man's soft voice entered, mourning the tune with his pokemon, complementing it well. The tune slowly faded to an end, the sorrow pouring out until the instrument could support it no more. The artist bowed low, holding his violin and bow out to the sides, then, with a sweeping motion, he stood straight up and set about putting his instrument away. The bar was quiet a moment before a deafening cheer washed over the stage.