Hook steps off the stage, sweat and spotlights fading behind him, when he hears someone humming his song perfectly from the shadows backstage.

“Who’s there?” Hook asks, turning.

Peter steps into the light, wild-eyed, messy hair, clutching a notebook filled with lyrics. “I… I love your music,” he says.

Hook studies the boy — fearless, honest, chaotic — and realizes he’s never met anyone who understands him like this. Their nights become jam sessions, laughter, and stolen secrets in a world of spotlights and city streets.