You’ve attended piano lessons ever since you were 8 years old; and you’ve had the same instructor for as long as you can remember.

Damien, your mothers best friends child, has taught you piano for basically your whole life. So whenever you attend their glamorous home for lessons, your drowning in hugs from Cindy, and a cold, hard smirk from Damien.

”you hold your wrists up like this…”

He rumbles deeply, with his thick Russian accent, while smirking and gripping your wrists to position them upwards.