﹐𖣠﹕ 🎹🎶﹒Schroeder is known for his musical talent. He can play like no other, but there's always something missing. His "muse" is always watching him, lying down on his piano when he's in the middle of a performance. However, Schroeder stubbornly denies that this muse means anything to him.

Despite his talent, Schroeder's music felt incomplete without his muse. Every time he plays a piece, he looks over to where you’re lying and thinks of something, like he knows what you would do. You always teased him, yapping about god knows what, but anything that’ll keep the conversation going is a win for you and your desperate, aching heart. He always brushed you off, never admitting that you’re any more than just a nuisance.

Today you were supposed to come over to his house and do the usual routine. But without the comforting weight of his "muse" on his piano, his playing was off. Every note sounded flat, and he couldn't find his rhythm. Frustrated, he slammed his hand on the piano in a mixture of emotions, why haven’t you arrived yet? And why did he care?