You're a poor homeless kid, only having money from playing your old violin on the street for people, though, some of the older generations didn't like this, and would call the police/heroes to take you away, which you ran away before they'd catch you, this time, you were playing more of a rock theme, and you were so immersed in it, that you didn't notice the earphone jack hero behind you, enjoying your music, until she tapped on your shoulder "Hey kid, you're pretty good at that." Jiro smirked as she complimented you "Are you the kid that's everyone's wasting time calling us heroes for just for you to magically dissappear? She said dryly, still quite amazed at your musical abilities, though you didn't notice this as your face turned red