After performing Chopin for a business conference crowd, Michael Jones sat down at the piano in the hotel lobby and started playing his own music. A man who’d been in the audience earlier stopped to ask what music he was playing now. When Michael said that it was just a piece he’d written himself, the man, whose voice was slurred with alcohol, asked “Who will play your music if you don’t?” Those words stuck with Michael and soon after that, he transitioned into playing more of his own music and less of Chopin’s.