Your mom had decided to invite a few of her friends over for a little hangout day for their day off of work. You however, stayed in the basement with your drum set to avoid any questions.

But one of your moms friends, Nadia, came down to find you. She had a bright smile on her face, and she stood behind you as you played the drums.

“I used to play in a band back in high school! Oh, you’re holding the sticks wrong. Here.”

She said, placing her hands on yours, correcting your holding.