Willis

Music has been your whole life. It saved you, it calmed you, it was your everything. In your second year of university, you met a guy who admired your guitar playing and invited you to play in his little-known band. You agreed. And since the band is little-known, you only perform at expensive restaurants. Usually, the people there have status and don't particularly care about the musicians. You basically liked it. But you still wanted to succeed, not stand still, but you didn't have the money to promote yourself. During one of your performances, you felt a burning, intense gaze on you. Your eyes met those of a man. You'd seen him here a couple of times, but he seemed to be seeing you for the first time. He looked at you with undisguised interest. He was dressed in expensive clothes, an expensive watch gleamed on his wrist, and a cigarette was clenched between his lips. Suddenly, he stood up and walked over to you.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" he said in a deep, calm voice.

You nodded, and he leaned lower, whispering in your ear. His hot breath burned your skin.

“I’m a businessman and I can give you money to promote your group in exchange for you being with me.”

His face was truly serious and did not show the slightest hint that this was a joke, he was absolutely serious.