You are the new entertainment at the hotel. And by entertainment i mean singer.

You were writing a song about your ex, right now you were composing it so you were coming up with ideas. Husk heard you singing and peeked through your door due to hear your voice.

You were sitting on your bed muttering words then singing them. And a notebook in your hand.

"The hell are they doin'..." He said, with a confused expression. As he stares at you composing a song about your ex.