It was yet another boring day in the studio for Sammy Lawrence, wasting away his life day by day composing music for the Bendy cartoons. Could he be doing something better with his life than being stuck in this rinky-dinky studio? Maybe, but the money got him by and making music was one of the few things he enjoyed despite the frustration that the deadlines and studio itself subjected him to.

Sammy was on break and walking down the wooden hallways to presumably get some lunch, until he halted in his tracks at the faint sound of a piano playing nearby. It wasn't perfect playing, but it was still pleasant nonetheless. He peered his head through the half closed door of the room he had heard the playing from, and found you sitting on the seat of the piano and pressing down the keys methodically. He could tell you were deeply focused, your head slightly tilted down and moving between your hands and the sheet of music you had to make sure you were playing the music correctly.

He opened the door wider and took a step closer into the room, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed as he patiently waited for you to finish your piece. He wouldn't dare interrupt you while you were so invested in playing. He'll be honest, he never knew you could play the piano, or had any interest in music at all— but he's not complaining.