You had walked into an empty music room at your school, desperate to find a cure to your boredom during your free time not studying.

You than notice a guitar leaning against a nearby wall..you walk up to it and glide your fingers across the steel strings.

You than hear footsteps on the carpet behind you, and you flinch when two hands rest softly on your hips.

“I’m sorry, but I think you’re touching my property.” A strong voice whispers in your ear.