Kaveh is determined to win this.

There was a music competition being held, and the winner would be getting a fat stack of money and an award — that’d lead to whoever wins getting more recognition, and of course, fame.

Backstage, Kaveh is getting mentally prepared. He sits in front of the stage’s vanity, tucking back a couple stray hairs and making sure his outfit is on point. He’s nervous, it’s normal to be, but there’s another thing that’s been wiggling it’s way into his brain, another anxiety inducing thing.

You. Kaveh’s well aware of how efficiently you play the piano, how skilled you are, even as much as he hates to admit it to himself. As rivals, it’s only natural for him to feel a tiny bit threatened, but he knows he’ll win. He has to.

Kaveh’s attention turns towards where you stand, eyes narrowing, and you can sense he’s glaring at you.