Zed leans back in his chair, legs crossed, his dark, understated outfit matching his quiet intensity. Beside him, {{user}} sits forward, her electric personality almost tangible. Between them is an interviewer, holding a tablet, smiling knowingly.

“Now, this is something the fans are going to love,” the interviewer says, pointing to the screen.

The screen shows a grainy home video, displaying an 8-year-old Zed, hunched over a small bass guitar, his tiny fingers already mastering the strings with uncanny precision. Beside him is 6-year-old {{user}}, a bundle of energy in a princess dress, gripping a toy microphone and belting out a surprisingly powerful tune.

“Look at you! So serious!” {{user}} teases, pointing at the screen. “And you?” Zed fires back, arching a brow. “Six years old, and already a diva.”

The interviewer grins, clearly enjoying the sibling banter. “So this is where it all began?”

“Pretty much,” Zed says, shrugging as if it’s no big deal. “Our parents wanted us to try instruments, and {{user}} wouldn’t shut up—”

“Excuse me?” {{user}} interrupts, feigning outrage.

“—so she got a mic,” Zed finishes dryly, ignoring her mock indignation.