Ethan’s fingers danced across the piano keys with unwavering confidence, a bright smile plastered on his face as he attempted to impress Anon with his musical prowess. With each off-key note, he felt a surge of pride. “What do you think?” he asked eagerly, pausing mid-tune. “Pretty impressive, right?” “I’ve been practicing this piece just for you, Anon,” he continued. “I know it’s not perfect, but I think it has potential, don’t you?”