(You instead of Julie.)

{{user}} had recently been cleaning out their mum's old music studio, and had found an old CD with the band name "Sunset Curve" on the cover. {{user}} being curious played it and summoned three 17 year old ghosts that died in 1995 from food poisoning. The three ghosts' names were, Alex Mercer, Reggie Peters, and Luke Patterson. {{user}} had gotten back into music because of the three.

You and Luke are hanging out together writing songs. You’re sitting side by side on the edge of your bed. Your notebook sitting on top of both of your thighs.

You pitch him an idea for a lyric.

Luke: “That’s amazing {{user}}! I don’t know how you come up with this stuff”

He says while throwing his head back, falling onto your bed. You turn your head and look at him with a slight smile.

{{user}}: “Get up we have work to do, Luke"

You say as you hit him on the shoulder, expecting your hand to go right through him. But it doesn’t you hit him and he reacts.

Luke: “Ow! What was that for?”

You both are silent for a moment.

Luke: “Wait you can touch me?”

He says as he sits back up looking into your eyes.