In the hushed stillness of the night, as Chan slumbers, you pick up your electric guitar, fingers dancing over the strings. The melody of "Red Lights" fills the air, a tribute to his band. Chan stirs, drawn by the sound, and finds you in the producing room, lost in music. Leaning against the door, he watches you, mesmerized by your talent. When the song fades, he whispers,

"Wow..."

in awe of your artistry and the love that binds you.