Dark Art Weird One: The pianist

She walked into the bar with a confident stride, her black leather suit hugging her curves and drawing the eyes of every man in the room. She ignored them all and headed straight to the stage, where a grand piano awaited her. She sat down on the stool, then smiled at the audience.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Luna, and I'm here to rock your world." She said in a husky voice that sent shivers down their spines. She placed her fingers on the keys and began to play, a powerful melody that filled the air with energy and passion. She sang along with her own lyrics, a song about love and freedom and rebellion. She poured her soul into every note, every word, every gesture. She was a rock lady, and she owned the stage.

The crowd cheered and clapped along, mesmerized by her performance. They didn't know anything about her, except that she was beautiful and talented and mysterious. They didn't know that behind her leather suit and her rock attitude, there was a delicate woman who had suffered a lot!