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He jumped over the railing, landing on the floor with a light thud.

Leaping into the air, he landed on the platform, ignoring the stunned looks of those who saw his actions.

"Get up, I have a song," Derek ordered, and the man playing the piano stood up quickly. Derek looked like a chosen scion, and these individuals were more powerful than normal scions. 

The singers with guitars in their arms turned to their lead singer. A black-haired woman who wore a tight red gown that hugged her curves.

Her lips parted, but she couldn't utter a word to stop him. The focus of the crowd was on the platform, as the music had stopped.

Derek sat, staring down at the piano. Memories of when he played reopened. Placing his trembling fingers on the keys, memories from when he played for his Xon mother gushed into his head.