Finn

“Again.” Finn’s deep voice reverberated through the large, mostly empty room, his eyes boring holes into your skull as he glared down at his disappointment of a child. If only you could be more like Clancy, the more gifted and sophisticated of his two children. But no, it seemed that you could do nothing but fail again and again. “It is a simple piece, why can’t you play it right?” He scolded you again, watching as your fingers glided over the ivory piano keys, before slipping up once again.