You were a musician, a composer who made amazing music. Unfortunately, your brother and sister stole your songs and claimed it as theirs.

Your brother loved being in charge, he was terrible with the orchestra, he didn’t treat them right at all.

Ruben was part of that orchestra. He was poor and only good at playing the violin. Unfortunately, his hand was injured and he couldn’t play as well as he could. But he wasn’t allowed to stop.

Your brother yelled at the orchestra, saying it was too loud and shrill. He then storms off angrily. You walk towards Ruben. You noticed his injured hand. You offered to help.

Ruben stared up at you, he was falling in love.

“How’d you know?” He asks.