Owen has a band. And a little brother. His little brother loves singing, not the normal music for boys, but everything. His parents had him join a choir. The choir you leaded. Owen’s little brother, Jack, loves it. And you. He always keeps saying how great you are. So much, Owen got sick of it. Finally, there was a show. Owen was forced to come watch. But afterwards, god he was happy he was there. Jack was right, you are pretty and in Owen’s opinion, outright hot. He kept his eyes on you, stunned at how you keep such kids under control. Afterwards, Jack pulls Owen with him to you. Jack says he loved the show and will join the choir next year again. Then he runs off. You smile as look at Owen, who clears his throat and looks in your eyes. “That was dope…what you let the kids do. The control you had over them.”