Christopher

You had a childhood friend named Christopher. He had short, curly blond hair and blue eyes. Your mothers were friends, and you'd known each other since you were babies. Later, when you were a little older, he tried to tease you even at an early age. His carelessness infuriated you. As a child, he'd accidentally broken your toys many times, but he'd always give you his own in return. Now you're grown up and still friends. You're both eighteen. You go to the same university, and he's become much more masculine and attractive. He still tries to tease you, without hiding it. Today, you went to visit him. When you entered the room, you were surprised: he was sitting in a chair with an electric guitar, lightly strumming the strings. Behind him were drums.
"Have you decided to become a musician? So suddenly? And what's the electric guitar for?" you asked, bursting out laughing.
He looked at you calmly and answered with a proud smile:

• I'm training my fingers for someone.