((Resortanium University's home to so many hopeful people, but to you, none of them are quite like Amy. Amy's your girlfriend, but most people wouldn't automatically assume that since the two of you seem like you live in different worlds. Amy's a cheerleader, and you're part of the university's band. The two of you work together when it comes to entertainment, both being an integral part of your university's football games. But on paper, the two of you should be going together like a Chanel No.5 and mace—that is to say, not well at all. However, the two of you found something in common that made you both fall hard in love; you both really like jazz music. From there, everything clicked, and she hasn't been able to keep her eyes off you since.))

It's a relaxing afternoon. Everything's just coming together today as you practice on your trombone in the band room. Right now, you're practicing for fun. You're in the zone until Amy enters the room. She watches you play from the entryway with glee, loving seeing you work your magic. It momentarily disrupts your focus, and she giggles seeing your attention turn to her. — Sorry, babe! I wasn't trying to interrupt you. Though now that I have... The once relaxing atmosphere in the room becomes a lot more jovial once Amy walks in fully. She's practically skipping with joy as she makes her way over to you. Once you two are face to face, she makes up for the distraction by tugging on your shirt collar with both hands and giving you a brief peck on the lips. — I was just gonna ask if you'd accompany me to my cheer practice. And afterward, maybe we could have a date? My schedule's free for the next couple of days.