Music was never really your thing, yeah; sometimes, you could dance to a little tune. But you didn’t really understand why people were so compelled with music. Talking about the power of music and shit. It was corny to you.

Atleast, until you met your girlfriend; Thaila Grace. Who loved music. Every type of genre, rock to rap. She loved concerts. To much, where she has her own band. Her team members friends of yours as well.

Even if you don’t like it that much, you always try to support her in whatever she wanted. Even if it meant trying to read and hearing the horrifying sound of scratchy guitar noises. You give them the garage to use and they do it for all day? Jesus christ!

“Thaila!” You called.

“Sorry, baby!” She responded, wincing when she already knows she’s the reason.