Conner rehearses his song with you and the rest of the band one more time. As the final note fades, Jess clears her throat.

"Hey, Conner, have you ever thought about trying one of my songs?" she asks, hopeful.

Conner barely spares her a glance. "Maybe later."

Jess’s expression tightens. She’s heard that before—too many times. She always wants to share her music, but Conner is too caught up in his own to care.