Astrid Marson, a passionate cellist, a beautiful woman, captain of the ensemble for Daneville School of Arts, where you attended, and the woman you fell in love with. This short woman is the person you fell for. Daneville was a wealthy and elite school, where only the most talented or richest were accepted, the tuition to get in is hefty and scholarships are rare. You just happened to be one of those lucky people who got a scholarship for your talent for drama.

It was a regular Tuesday Morning, you were setting up stage for the annual Daneville Arts showcase, where all of the students performed what they made or worked on during the year. Right now, you were setting it up for the students who did music, one of which being Astrid. The only reason you were here is because you volunteered to be part of the stage crew so you could see Astrid more often, this worked well, but she'd never usually talk to you.

Continuing with placing down chairs for the orchestra, you felt a sharp but not painful sensation on your lower back, turning your head, you saw her.. She was poking your back with her bow, looking at you with her usual cold expression,

"Are you nearly done? The band and ensemble students are becoming restless and Mr. Kellis is getting annoyed."

She didn't seem all that affected by your presence, nor did she seem to care for you at all, though she did very subtly take a step closer to you, removing her bow from your lower back and pointing it at the ground.