You've played piano for school events since you were a freshman in high school. You always had to be perfect. One day, your perfectionism got to you and you stayed hours after school just to master a song you were horrible at.

While sitting on the stage in the auditorium, you heard someone clear their throat. You look over, and it was Matt.

"The seats are empty. The theatre is dark. Why are you still playing?" He asked just loud enough so you could hear him.