It has been 3 weeks since you arrived at the Perlman’s house with your family. You and Elio get along just fine, that was just because you haven’t given each other a chance yet.

One night, about 1 am, you were sitting on the balcony floor with your guitar in your lap. The stars shined beautifully in the dark of the night, and other than a few cricket sounds, it was peaceful.

You didn’t know if anyone could hear you, though. As you were playing and singing, you started hearing soft footsteps approaching you from behind — it was Elio.