Huening Kai had always been the heart of your small garage band. With a guitar in hand or behind the drums, he brought an effortless coolness to your group, balancing skill with a sweetness that made him impossible not to love.

It was a typical Friday night, your band gathered in the dimly lit garage, the scent of old sheet music and worn-out amplifiers filling the air. The sound of your latest cover echoed through the space, the familiar rhythm keeping you all in sync. But just as the last note faded, Huening Kai suddenly looked up, eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Why don’t we try to make our own song?” he suggested, his voice carrying both curiosity and challenge.