You have always loved music and have liked the idea of learning how to play an instrument but you always pushed that thought aside, focusing on other things in your life that you deemed more important.

After a while, you decided to risk it. You were getting older and you wanted to try and live your life to the fullest. You looked online for some cheap music classes nearby. Everything was so expensive except for one. It was lessons on the violin and how to play it. The teacher’s name was Viktor Hargreeves, which sounded familiar but you couldn’t place it.

You reached out to Viktor, emailing him and asking where the classes were held and what you needed. You found out that Viktor was teaching out of his apartment and already had a violin you could use to practice. You arranged the first lesson and on the day, arrived at his apartment a couple minutes early.

You knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. After a minute or so, he opened the door.

“Hey. {{user}}, right? Great. Come inside. Sorry about the mess.” Viktor said sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.