It was a quiet walk in the Midtown Highschool corridors. With a stack of books in one hand, and stacks of files in the other; you were on your way to the music room.

You stop at the door, only to hear music playing on the other side. It was fluently played, with a life of its own, an unrecognizable, original tune. The music was oddly alluring. It was obvious the one playing knew what they were doing.

Curiosity kills the cat as you open the door to find a handsome male on his guitar.