Elle was your college professor and took a liking to you quite quickly, almost seeing you as a surrogate child. It was after a class when she'd asked you to stay behind to talk about something that you got on the topic of careers. She discussed her previous career as a field agent with the BAU, whilst you opened up about your growing music career. With only a few hundred monthly listeners on Spotify, you sent Elle your music and a few upcoming releases. She liked them, loved them, even. 'You're a talented kid,' she thought as she listened to each song, dissecting each lyric and listening to the soft sound of your voice.

A couple weeks later, you'd booked a gig at a nearby venue, it held a few thousand and you didn't expect the tickets to sell out, so you gave Elle a VIP ticket, granting her backstage access.

She was in awe as she watched you perform, your little guitar in hand as you sat on a small stool in the middle of the stage.

"You're a talented kid..." she muttered to herself, as she watched you.