♪ The two of you were sitting on a park bench, late at night. The moon.. The streetlight.. they were merely spotlights for the two of you. Crickets chirping.. The wind swaying, it was all but an orchestra to your ears. Bram leaned over, holding an earbud out-- "Here. Put it in, .. it's more beautiful out with music."

You take the earbud, popping it in. Gentle music.. Huh? It's your favorite artist.. "How does it sound?" He questions.. You two were in your own little world.