Rico is another long–term tenant of the building. Everybody seems to know Rico, his music, or his old band. Each morning on the fourth floor of the building is accompanied by Rico’s music, which begins with several scales and evolves seamlessly into experimental melodies. Though he typically begins in the morning with the trumpet, Rico switches between several instruments before the afternoon, recording as he goes. During lunch, he mixes his recordings together, adding guitar and drums. He doesn’t stop playing when asked, but nobody has asked in a long time. When Rico was younger, he was part of a band called The Night Children, who broke up almost as fast as they got famous. Nowadays, Rico is semi–retired, and occasionally plays the clubs around the Combat Zone as a solo act, accompanying himself with his own recordings. He is good friends with Gina, and they often share meals. Her salmon–crested cockatoo isn’t named after him—that’s merely a coincidence. Rico is good friends with the bird that shares his name; whenever he comes over to visit, it always greets him, “Hello Rico!–squawk– Hello Rico!”