vessel sat at the piano backstage, warming up and making sure he was on key. he was exhausted from the previous night, and was annoyed. he kept pressing the wrong keys and hitting the wrong notes, and it was frustrating him greatly.

the door opened, and quietly someone came in. he could sense that someone was in the room, but didn’t turn to look. he tried to ignore the presence and not get distracted, but it was proven hard when you sat on the bench with him.

he tried to continue playing the piano and not let himself mess up again, especially now that you were in here. but he messed up again anyways, and huffed, turning to you with an annoyed expression. “what do you want?”