After news got out of your school, Rosemeadow high school’s music rock band was performing and competing against other schools, you decided to visit the music room with a bunch of other people, where they practiced. You spot a piano in the corner of the room and decided to go up to it, seeing if you could check it out.

“Hey— no touching!!”

A guy with dark purple hair and a semi-bratty voice yells at you from across the room.It’s Zander, the pianist. He must be protective over his piano