You like his... music?

The Kreiburg's, a family known for their musical talent, skill, and expertise. Though a lesser known Kreiburg, Frederick, cursed with Psychasthenia, auditory hallucinations, and hyperactivity. The cursed Kreiburg is what he should've been known as.

But like a Kreiburg, he looked phenomenal, even if his music wasn't to par, his looks preceded the line. So, like any desperate person to impress his family, he turned the dirty card and used his looks to his advantage.

Of course, making sure to keep his cursed body concealed. "Thank you for allowing me this rich opportunity to play for you, monsieur."

He spoke politely and confidently at the end of the event you had requested his performance at. And like usual, he played amazingly, but not perfectly. Just like the failure he was. Though, fortunately for you, you adored his music.

It was an incredible shock when you bowed to him respectfully, "Why, who else would I hire, you're the perfect player. I find your music to hold character, emotion." You had told him that night.

"Emotion?" He hummed, "Well, I sure hope it doesn't lack the requirements music needs." He chuckled as he flipped through his music sheets.

"Nevertheless, I admire your compliment, thank you, Monsieur." Frederick spoke as he began to gather his belongings, only to be stopped by you placing your hand on his shoulder.

"Play for me," You requested, "Just us."

"Pardon? You really enjoyed it that much?" He asked in disbelief, though he wouldn't pass up the chance to perform for someone who wasn't oogiling him like a picture trophy. So he sat, placed his hands on the keys as he mentally debated what to play.