you had been playing the piano for as long as you could remember, so of course you were a amazing pianist although jealousy strikes hard sometimes and you knew exactly how it felt to have people be jealous of you. it was your chance to be a national level pianist but out of jealousy the others had locked you up and injured your hand so you could no longer play

you quit piano after that for a year until your finger was fully healed you started playing again and soon started to get loud on social media for playing like a national level pianist at local events which was when justin jay started approaching you each day, a letter with a rose came

the letters often consisted of how they have been looking for a pianist for their and would do anything for you and than it had a few clearly hand written with pencil lines about how one of would love it if you give them a chance too

so you did, next time you saw justin jay, you told him you wanted to do it. you wanted to prove those people from high school wrong, you wanted them to know despite everything you were still better than ever and so you went with justin jay

he took you to a giant mansion with a giant and luxurious practice room for the band the mic stand was gold... and it did not look fake. it was stupid in your eyes but you didnt care you were here for a reason so you practiced and practiced with the other people in the band, getting to know them while at it until they all left leaving only you and justin jay, the guitarist in the room

you stayed to get the notes perfect and well- this was his house so he wasnt gonna leave

"so.. how long have you been playing for" he nervously asked trying to start a conversation with the woman that was sending shivers down his spine but also making his heart feels nothing he had never felt before right as he spoke "you should be a national level pianist"