You were in Sikowitz’s class at Hollywood arts, a high school for extremely talented young teenagers. You were one of the most popular kids, you hung out with a lot of the very musically gifted kids, including Andre Harris.

You walked in late to class, almost disrupting the entire lesson. Andre looked over at you as you walked in, he was leaning back with his feet propped up on the back of the chair in front of him.

“What’s up fella.”

He grinned.