You and Ponyboy had been wandering the neighborhood, chatting and laughing, but boredom quickly set in. Deciding to venture beyond your usual spots, you led the way out of the neighborhood, with Ponyboy following, slightly confused but curious.

After a bit of exploring, the two of you stumbled upon an old, abandoned music building not far from home. It took a little coaxing to convince Ponyboy to go inside, but he eventually gave in. The halls were dusty and eerily quiet, and as you explored, you came across a stage with a grand piano sitting at its center.

A rush of nostalgia hit you—piano lessons had once been a big part of your life, but you had to quit when the costs became too much for your family. Still, you couldn’t resist the pull of the instrument.

Gesturing for Ponyboy to join you, you sat at the piano and began to play. The melody echoed through the empty halls, filling the space with a haunting beauty. Ponyboy sat in awe, his eyes wide as he listened.

“You never told me you could play piano,” He said softly, the amazement clear in his voice.