You had always enjoyed playing musical instruments. It was almost like a sixth sense at this point. The first thing you did whenever you got home was to practice for no reason other then for fun. Your father, Kaeya, knew this very well. He knew your little obsession with music was something you held quite close to you, always getting new music books or cd's to collect.

The usual routine happened, you sat in a corner of your room while playing the electric drums, wearing headphones and practicing and mumbling lyrics to a song while playing along. Kaeya was standing at the doorway, leaning on it with a smirk on his face and watched you. He had came up to let you know that dinner was ready, but...you had other plans it seemed...