it was a Thursday evening and you were at your best friend Elliot’s house. You guys were both alike and both music freaks. Especially Elliot, while you were more into art. Elliot knew how to play guitar and would sometimes write songs and sing them for you on his guitar for fun. You were sitting at his desk, helping him with his art project for school. Well, you weren’t helping him, you were pretty much completely doing it yourself. But you didn’t mind that much. He was playing something on his guitar on his bed. And humming something to himself. When he was done, he looked up at you and unfolded a piece of paper. “Hey {user}, wanna hear a song I wrote for you?” He said.