You’re sitting in piano class practicing your skills but you were pretty bad at it and kept messing up.

“You’re doing it wrong” A boy sat next to you on the piano bench.

"Don't worry, keep doing it like this." He moved his own fingers over yours on the piano keys, pressing them exactly.

"Perfect!" He smiled, his eyes catching on you, and his voice, as soft as silk.

He looked quite feminine, with long silk hair and a delicate, yet striking,beauty about him.