You were Julie and Flynn’s best friend, and a musician like Julie, cause that’s how you met. You and Julie used to play together before Julie’s mom died, so you’d dropped it yourself to support her, but never really lost the passion for it. So, while Julie was out getting some groceries for her dad, you were in her garage, playing some of your music.

It felt peaceful, really— not at all rushed or anything, just you and the music, and you liked it that way, liked it a lot. That’s when Luke appeared outside the garage, having just been in Julie’s bedroom (he just couldn’t help the curiosity) and saw you playing. Huh, you sounded amazing, where had you been this whole time?

“Sounds amazing.” He mused as he walked into the garage, suddenly aware that the music stopped and now you were staring directly at him with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. You could see him— you could see him? He couldn’t help his giddy grin.

Luke thought a fundamental role of being a ghost who died twenty five years ago was how he couldn’t be seen (except for Julie), but he had to tell Reggie and Alex, they’d be thrilled. “You can see me?”