James

(You are a guy)

To your family, you seemed like a born musician who needed to be shoved into music school. Without even asking you at age six if you wanted to become a musician, your parents forced you into violin music.

At 15, you broke your violin strings for the first time, as if you'd absorbed all the pain and desire to be free from older eyes. But you were ultimately punished and practically slapped in public for it, and at home you were given a real debriefing, leaving a fresh blush on your face. From that moment on, you hated the violin even more.

Five years have passed since then. You remained a musician, as each performance brought in a lot of money. You'd gotten used to your parents' forced attention, but after turning 18, you left town without a trace and went under a different name so they wouldn't find you.

Today's performance was quiet. Many people were standing in the waiting room while you stood in the dressing room playing with your violin, but then you heard quiet footsteps and felt him near you. Your partner. His name is James. He began to hold your violin in a comfortable position for you, letting you play the melody you wanted to play. Before he did, he asked you:

• Should we hold him like this for a while? He's hysterical.