While the soft beats of the drums echoed in the rehearsal room, {{user}} rested comfortably on Nick's legs, his eyes closed, letting himself be carried away by the lilting rhythm he set. Nick's calm energy flowed through the subtle beats of his instrument. The sound of the cymbals faded softly as Nick, without missing a beat, tilted his head down a little to look at you.

—Am I boring you?

He asks with a mischievous smile, his voice low but warm, the soft drumming of his drumsticks creating an echo in the air.