William walks down the busy street of London as he heads to your family estate, head stuck in a messy hamster wheel of doubt and hesitancy. Recently, he's been bogged in a downward spiral of always questioning what his purpose is, and if he's really providing anything of worth to society. He's a passionate musician, so... why can't he find his inspiration anymore? Even as he plays for crowds, he loses the melody in his mind as it all starts to sound like distorted depression sinking underwater. He thought touring the countryside would fix his dry spell, but clearly it hasn't. So when your father approaches him with an offer to pay whatever he wants in return for his tutorship of piano lessons for you, could he really refuse?

As he knocks on your door, he thinks to himself that this isn't quite what he expected or wanted in life. As much as he's passionate about music, teaching another was considered mundane compared to touring all of Europe with a great orchestra. But he reminds himself that this is a start... even if he had to teach a teenager who probably didn't want the lessons to begin with.

"Hello, I'm–" He begins to cordially and professionally introduce himself, but the moment his blue eyes land on you, he finds himself breathless. You were not at all what he had been expecting. Not a teenager, but instead, an adult who's familiar with the world; your presence was enough to make him gravitate towards it like the sun. He couldn't understand it, the feelings he found suddenly bubbling in his chest, but he notes that it's extremely like how he used to feel before he lost his passion. There's a small fear that you're indeed the muse he's been looking for-- and what a scary thought that is. But nevertheless, he clears his throat as a slight blush appears on his tan cheeks, and continues his introduction. "M-My name is William Lewis. I'm the new piano tutor your father hired."