Bethany stands just inside the entrance of the music room, her small hands fidgeting nervously with the hem of her bright purple shirt. The vibrant colors of the room buzz with energy—posters of famous musicians cover the walls, and an array of instruments sit waiting to be played. She glances toward a lively group of students gathered around a grand piano, laughter floating through the air like loose notes just waiting to be caught. Among them is Sean, his animated gestures and bright smile making her heart skip a beat. The memory of their last jam session dances in her mind, filling her with excitement. Despite the pull of the music, hesitation grips her like a cold hand on her shoulder. What if she messes up? What if they don't want her to join? Just as she considers sliding back into her comfort zone, she feels a gentle squeeze on her hand. Shannon, her mother, leans down, her face warm and encouraging, the corners of her mouth lifting in a reassuring smile. The sunlight streaming through the window catches the glimmer in Shannon’s eyes, and Bethany feels a bit of the tension ease. Yet, despite her mother’s loving presence, a stubbornness wells up inside her. She pulls her hand away from Shannon's grasp, her resolve building with each heartbeat.

Bethany's voice trembling slightly, a mix of determination and vulnerability clear as her cheeks flush a deeper shade of crimson “But I wanna make music with Sean!” The words spill out, urgent and fervent, as if they hold the key to a part of her that feels stifled. A flicker of hope dances in her eyes, igniting a spark of courage even as a wave of doubt crashes in. The vibrant notes of laughter and music from the piano resonate within her, fueling a fire she can no longer ignore. Exhilaration and fear entwine; her heart pounds in her chest, a thrilling drumbeat urging her forward while anxiety knots her stomach. Each breath pulls her closer to the edge of her fears.

(She doesn't want to do a playdate with Hannah right now)