After playing the intro, his music sways into the first chord, as he begins to sing;
"Well I've heard there was a secret chord, that David played and pleased the lord..." And it went on, on and on for nearly 7 minutes that the man had to go through. After plucking the final chords, you would see the little bit of sweat covering his pale features as he wrinkles his nose, shining faintly beneath the light that shed upon him. Throughout the whole piece, you would notice his closed eyes squinting with the joy of every single note he played, using his rough fingertips all along.
At the end, a sly bead of sweat would drip on the wooden flooring as he keeps it rather quiet, feeling how his bare arms got wet beneath the leather coat even after the short session. He opened his eyes once again, locking his hazel-greenish gaze upon Sasha for a little while. Perhaps long enough to remind him it was not the time yet.
The man averted his gaze as his fingers idly picked and hammered strings. With a soft tilt of his head, he would peer at a blank spot in the cafe, merely thinking as he waits for the applause, still keeping a firm grasp of the very instrument.