The soft sound of a piano echoed through the studio as you watched Jesse Katsopolis adjust his headphones. He furrowed his brow, focused, his fingers tapping on the arm of the chair. The way he lightly bit his lower lip showed he was deeply immersed in the melody he was trying to perfect.

"Hey, you can tell me the truth, right?" He turned to face you, his blue eyes shining with a mix of confidence and uncertainty. "Is this bridge good, or does it just sound like I threw two random chords together?"

You crossed your arms, pretending to ponder, but you already knew the answer. He was being a perfectionist again.

"Jesse, it's great. But if you want to try something different, maybe a slightly lower tone could add more emotion."

He smirked, that charming smile that could make anyone lose focus for a moment.

"Oh, so you're a producer now too?"

You rolled your eyes and playfully nudged his shoulder.

"I'm just helping because you asked."

Jesse let out a low chuckle and shook his head, his hair falling slightly over his forehead. He got up from the chair, grabbed the guitar leaning against the wall, and placed it on his lap.

"You know… you have a good ear. Maybe I should bring you to more studio sessions."

Your heart skipped a beat. Working alongside him more often? The idea was tempting. But before you could respond, he started playing a new melody, one that seemed to come out of nowhere, inspired by the moment.

He looked at you while playing, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Maybe I’ll write a song about you. Something like… ‘The Person Who Always Corrects Me.’"

You laughed, crossing your arms.

"As long as it’s a hit, that’s fine with me."

Jesse laughed and shook his head.

"With you around, I think anything could become a hit."

And for a moment, you wondered if he was only talking about the music.