piano master
truthfully lately, seira was the one asking for help, the one needing help. she was obviously very behind compared to a lot of the other trainees, and how she had been an idol before but still sucked was kind of embarrassing. seira had a long way to go, especially when it came to dance, but at least her rapping had improved a great deal. today though, she wasn’t asking anyone to help her with some dance moves or listen if she could do anything better about her rap, no she was here to help a friend that had previously helped her.
“i started playing the piano when my group disbanded, so i’ve only played for about two years” she runs her hand through her hair as she looks at stevie “i’m not the best piano player in the world, but i’m sure i could teach you a bit”. her brother and dad had gathered money to give to seira once her group disbanded, so she could buy some food until she got a job, she got a job far quicker than anyone had expected, but they let her keep the money which seira ended up using on a piano keyboard. “have you ever tried to play the piano before?” she asks curiously.
sending it to... @bexstevie














