He allowed himself a smile as she asked him to play something, and nodded, going over to the piano. This was his one saviour, the one thing that had kept him sane. When he'd lost his voice, still being able to play had stopped hi from losing her mind. Despite the fact that he hadn't played this particular piano in months, sitting down at it felt like coming home. He ran his fingers over the keys, already forgotten about the blackmail and his secrets and his generally shitty life.
One particular song came to mind, one he'd heard once and had had to learn right away. The lyrics reminded him of his depression and his drinking habits, of how he simultaneously hated and loved them. He didn't have the same vocal range as the singer and couldn't hit all of the notes, but he'd figured out a way of singing it where it still sounded good without him hitting the notes.
He started playing the intro, allowing himself four bars before starting to sing. The music was the only thing he could think about.