"Ah, damn it..." August cursed under his breath and ran a hand through his blonde locks, his brows knitted together in vexation. He had been in the living room for hours—trying to perfect a piece he had learned on the piano.

Whilst he struggled, a bemused look formed on your face. You were quite great with different various intstruments—you could not help but snicker at the comical sight of August struggling.

"Baby, help me?" He turned to face you with pouty lips, as if asking for help.