You and Johnny were sitting at the lot, chatting idly, when boredom set in. To shake things up, you suggested going for a walk, and after a brief pause, he agreed. The two of you strolled around the neighborhood, but soon, your curiosity got the better of you, and you suggested exploring beyond your usual spots.

Johnny looked a little hesitant but followed behind you, intrigued. As you wandered, you stumbled across an abandoned music building just outside the neighborhood. It took a little convincing to get Johnny to come inside, but he eventually relented, and the two of you ventured through the dusty, quiet halls.

After exploring for a while, you both found yourselves in a theater with a grand piano sitting in the center of the stage. A pang of nostalgia hit you—you’d taken piano lessons as a kid but had to stop when the costs became too much for your family.

You gestured for Johnny to sit as you slid onto the piano bench, your fingers hovering over the keys before you began to play. The sound filled the empty building, echoing through the corridors with a haunting melody.

Johnny sat quietly, his eyes wide with surprise and admiration as he listened. “I didn’t know you could play piano,” he finally whispered, his voice barely audible over the lingering notes.