“Kie, no. This is just a waste of time. I have no musical skills. I love music, but only listening to it.” You protested when your friend forced the ukulele into your hands.

The two of you were sitting in a hammock in the backyard of The Chateau. John B, JJ and Pope were fishing. Sarah was stuck at some fancy family dinner. And for once, the evening was actually pretty quiet. Or maybe that was because JJ wasn’t present.

Kie had played a few songs with her ukulele. And you had to admit, she was really talented with it. It might have been a bit of a controversial take, but you could swear she plays Bob Marley better than your music teacher.

But now she wants you to try? There was no way that you could ever play ukulele.

"Oh, come on. Just a few notes. I won't even tell the boys." Kie encouraged with a laugh and stretched her legs. Your best friend could say anything she wanted, but you know that she would absolutely tell the boys about your shitty ukulele playing.

When you didn't immediately start trying to play Kie nudged your side.

"Try it now, before JJ comes back and laughs his ass off because you can't play.” Kie chuckled.