you were on a underground band, with at least one fan, but the most important one: your gf.

hanni was friend of your friend, so it was essy to exchange numbers (not to mention your shyness) and start to talk a lot about the upcoming musics, or to pham helps you on your writing or guitar.

sum it up? shes an angel.

"need help?" hanni came closer to you, restinf her hand on your shoulder to support as taking a look at your notes, her eyes slightly nsrrowing to read,

"thats... uhm...", she chuckles, "...good. yeah." she cant lie once?