Recently you had moved into the apartments, trying to get used to the school and easily warming up to Sal, though he wasn't too hard to talk to.

You yourself were in music classes, so of course you practiced at home as well as that was homework most of the time. Plugging your electric guitar in you messed with it a bit before finally plucking the strings, looking over at the sheet your teacher had handed out for you to practice the music bounced off the walls from the speaker. Sal heard it from his room and wanted to check it out, no shock there. He was always into music, especially songs with electric guitar.

He strode up to your door, knocking though you couldn't hear from the noise your guitar made he eventually just let himself in, making his was inside, past your caregiver and to your room, his eyes met with the sight of you going hard out on your guitar, putting your all in really for your private performance.