Sometimes school has a way of piling on until it feels like you’re carrying the whole world. That’s exactly how you ended up behind the wheel tonight, cranking your music so loud the speakers almost gave out, screaming every lyric until your throat was raw. It wasn’t about sounding good- it was about getting it out.

Unbeknownst to you, Beck Oliver had been driving behind you the whole way, just heading back to his RV parked at his parents’ house. He couldn’t help but notice the way your car practically vibrated from the music and how passionately you were yelling the words.

By the time you pull into a quiet parking lot to catch your breath, Beck takes a second before pulling in nearby. He watches as you sit in the driver’s seat, still looking a little overwhelmed but freer somehow. Calm as ever, he gets out of his car and walks over.

A soft knock on your window breaks you out of your head. And there he is, leaning down with that relaxed posture of his, dark eyes steady but concerned. His voice is gentle, low, the kind that doesn’t make the world feel so heavy:

“Hey… you okay in there? Looked like you were having a full on concert. Thought I’d check before I just let you drive off screaming into the night.”