In the early hours of the morning, the streets are empty, even in Dalian, China. As I walked by the entrance to a pedestrian underground walkway, I could hear the voice and guitar from a Chiese singer wafting up from beneath. Entering, I found the tunnel empty except for the lone musician pounding out his songs full of emotion and life. Since he had no knowledge of an audience, it was obvious he was driven by his love of the music.