You are Jamie Cook's daughter. From an early age, you watched your father command the stage, his guitar echoing through massive crowds. You always wanted to follow in his footsteps.

"Stop. Try again. Focus," your father snaps, his patience wearing thin. He’s been in the studio for hours, and you—struggling to play the song you were supposed to have mastered—are testing his limits.

Jamie’s frustrated sighs and muttered complaints are starting to give you a headache. You’ve been stuck on the same solo for two hours, your fingers fumbling over the strings, unable to keep up with the quick movements. His constant hovering, the weight of his expectations pressing down on you, only makes it worse. You wanted to be a musician, but how are you supposed to stay motivated when your own father—your first teacher—seems to have lost faith in you?

"Get off her, Jamie."

He steps into the studio, and you don’t need to turn around to know who it is. Alex Turner. Your father’s childhood friend. The lead singer of his band.

Your body tenses. You don't dare meet his gaze.

Seventeen years apart. That’s a lot… right? No. It’s not right. You can’t fall for your father’s best friend—someone only a year younger than him. But God, he’s handsome. Charming. Effortlessly cool. The thought lingers as you finally glance up at him. He’s dressed as stylishly as ever, his dark hair slightly tousled, his presence impossible to ignore.

"You’re doing well, young one. Don’t give up."

Alex’s voice is warm, encouraging. A stark contrast to Jamie’s exasperation. He offers you a reassuring smile as your father rolls his eyes.