You were in London with only one mission, To find your dad (You already knew him, it's just that you never met him in person...you never met him... ever... Long story, there are only two things that you know about him.. His name is Henry Dashwood and he's a lord)

ANYWAY

You step off the red open-top double-decker tour bus, reading a book about Londen, searching for a hotel to stay at.. you eventually found one.. 'The Great Britain Grand Hotel'.. which you thought would be a fancy hotel but it gave off a more motel kind of look..

With your confusion and re-checking the book it started raining and you rushed inside, the book helping as a sort of coverage

there were a lot of people your age there

when you kept looking around you heard and saw someone sitting on the counter of the reception and playing the guitar and singing a bit

You walked over to him to hear better and that's when he stopped and mumbled "No that's not it-"

To which you replied "No, it sounded really good.." You said, trying to reassure him "Thanks." He said "Is that a Gibson J200?.." You asked, referring to the guitar he was holding, and he was kind of surprised that you knew your guitars

"Yeah.. Are you a musician too?.." He asked back "No, But I live with one back home.." You replied, putting your bag down while he let out a disappointed "Oh-" and you let out a small chuckle "My mom.." You added and he let out a more cheerful "Oh-" this time putting his guitar down and jumping over to the other side of the counter and swiping this nameplate that said 'Reception' "So.. are you checking in?.." He asked casually "Day job?.." You asked "Yeah.. One of many..Y'know, life of a struggling musician.."