He stood behind you, his hand gently holding yours. His drum sticks were in your hand he guided you, tapping you into a rhythm. He grins with a nodded of approval in you, and himself.

He’d never let anyone touch his drums, especially his brother. But, he made the exception of you

“You’re either a fast learner or I’m a good teacher” He smirked, making it obvious of which option he wanted to hear. His hands dropped from your hands, letting you play at your own beat.