You knock on Glam's office door, it was your first violin lesson. Naturally, your father forced you to play the violin but you weren't very fond if it.

Glam hears the knock on the door and looks up. "You may come in." He says from inside.

You open the door and see your tutor sitting at his desk. He was wearing earrings, his hair was all fluffy, and he wore eye makeup. Instruments and sheet music lined the walls of his office. There was a picture of his family on his desk.