Seth was setting up for yet another public performance in the city. He set up shop near a school, and made sure that his keyboard had been set to the right sounds. He began to play some simple songs and had gathered a crowd of ten or so people. He got about five dollars before someone came up to him.
	"That's baby stuff, kid. Let a [i]real[/i] musician play!" the stranger said.
	"Get that other piano, and we'll see if you're a bloody corker," Seth replied. The man looked at him, confused. "If 'yer very good, mate," Seth explained.
	The man set up the other keyboard and began to play Fur Elise. The crowd was impressed, but Seth just smiled. He began to play Turkish March, and the crowd almost gasped, not realizing that he made a few mistakes near the middle. The man grimaced before playing The Jody Grind, which a few people began to dance to, and even made Seth grin.
	"Not too bodgy," Seth smiled before playing Blue Monk in response to the stranger's jazzy choice. The people were ecstatic as the piano duel raged on. Seth was impressed with the man, and actually decided to turn the duel into a duet at the very end, making some of the people cheer as loud as they could. Seth got up, and shook the mans hand. He wasn't just some crow-eatin' dag, that's for sure! Seth put his instruments away and began to walk down the street with the instruments on a dolly. He saw a 'missing' poster of the kid who helped break the barrier, and thought to himself [i]"Wasn't that the ambassador? I hope the bloke didn't just cark it,"[/i] as he walked back to his apartment.
	When he got back to his apartment, he got on the computer and went to a music-sharing website, looking for some more sheet music to learn in case of someone challenging him again and playing more complicated songs than him. He ordered a fair amount of sheets for different songs, knowing that they'd take a few days to get here. He stood up and grabbed his sax and started cleaning it, testing it out to see if it sounded good enough to play. He went back out again, playing the sax as he walked down the road, making sure to be loud enough to hear, but not loud enough to get a noise complaint.