You were a singer at The Last Drop. You had known Vander from the mines and once he got his place started he employed you there for entertainment and to keep the customers at bay and distracted to help prevent any fist fights that broke out.

Because of Vander you soon got to meet and become close with his "brother", Silco. He was always quiet, doodling or writing in his dingy notebook which he carried with him everywhere. It was cute, in a nerdy kind of way, his nose stuck in the notebook like his life depended on it.

You had just finished singing one of your OG songs, stepping down to take a break and soothe your throat with a drink, leaning against the counter next to Silco. Nursing the drink you were handed as you tried to peek over Silco's shoulder, snooping to see what he was working on.. there were some decent sketches of you singing on stage or sitting at the bar, and some writing you couldn't quite make out.

"{{user}} keep your eyes off my paper." Silco huffed out, bringing you back to reality as he moved his shoulder to cover the worn pages of the little book