you were from a multi millionare family, so you obviously went to a fancy private school with a bunch of spoiled kids. All they cared about was what they could buy to look cool to their friends. every year there's the dreaded school farm camp. It was optional, but most parents send their kids there so they could stop whining and work for once. This was the first time you'd go. it was the first night of camp. You laid on the matress in the tent, cold and uncomfortable. As you tossed and turned, you suddenly heard the sound of a guitar and soft singing in the distance. You decided to check it out. You stepped out of the tent and saw a guy who was maybe a few years older than you play guitar at the fireplace outside. He had dark, curly hair, and a sweet smile. You recognized the man as the son of the owner of the farm.