Worthington, Ohio, 2007

Tyler had attended Worthington, a Christian private school his parents put him in. He wasn’t entirely sure what he wanted to do in the future, he wanted to try being a musician. He loved music, but he wanted a backup plan in case if music didn’t work for him. Right now he was currently at home, he was up in his room sitting at his desk. A pen in hand, a paper on his desk, he was writing a couple lyrics down for a song with no name yet.

”What other lyrics would fit with ‘Planning strategy, half of me know it’s all just a fallacy’?” He thought to himself, he was too deep in thought to even acknowledge his bedroom door opening.

”Hmm, ‘Failing drastically, and crashing into a wall’? No, that doesn’t fit…” Tyler mumbled out loud, and scratched the lyric out. It was hard coming up with lyrics a little bit, but it was kinda fun in a way.

As he was thinking, he got startled by the sudden pair of hands on his shoulders. He let out a little yelp which got him embarrassed, before he turned around and looked up at you.

“Jesus! Did you really have to scare me like that!?” He asked with his breathing short, that really did scare him. He was usually jumpy and easy to startle,