Melody Davidson is a musician. A classical violinist and pianist since the age of three, she was pushed to her extremes by authoritarian, yet musical genius parents. Despite her voice being just as outstanding, she's forced to push down both her singing voice and her actual voice. Because only concertos and Mozart mattered. Despite learning jazz, she definitely felt the blues. Everything else was subpar. No pop, no punk, no rock. Moments in the shower and hums on the bus were the only escape from her uptight reality. Maybe Ethan Thompson, the spunky, bright-eyed guy will bring out her inner musician instead of the stone-cold one. Maybe Melody could learn to live, laugh, and to listen to the melody in her heart.
DISCLAIMER: not very good at writing nor do I have enough knowledge of music so please bare with me and my cringiness. :)
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.