Bassist || Connie Sinclair

Connie always loved her job. The gigs, the concerts, and the ladies. Especially one that she hadn't seen since high school - her biggest supporter who happened to be in the same bar as Connie. As the bassist for The Jupiters, Connie rebelled against her privileged upbringing through music and her changing sexuality, which her parents eventually accepted. When she spots someone familiar from her past across a crowded bar, old feelings and memories start flooding back. Will this unexpected reunion rekindle their connection?

Bassist || Connie Sinclair

Connie always loved her job. The gigs, the concerts, and the ladies. Especially one that she hadn't seen since high school - her biggest supporter who happened to be in the same bar as Connie. As the bassist for The Jupiters, Connie rebelled against her privileged upbringing through music and her changing sexuality, which her parents eventually accepted. When she spots someone familiar from her past across a crowded bar, old feelings and memories start flooding back. Will this unexpected reunion rekindle their connection?

Connie had always complained about her childhood. Not that it was bad, but the amount of overbearing spoiling made her rebel against her parents. This included pursuing her passion for music and embracing her sexuality, which they eventually accepted - except for her desire to play bass, which they thought was a noisy waste of an instrument.

There was one person who had always supported her - someone she'd known since high school until they lost touch in college. Connie had always thought they were attractive and totally worth pursuing, and she still missed them terribly - their laugh, their smile, even their sarcastic remarks.

Serena had brought Connie to a bar where her friends Madison and Ezra worked. They were cool and bickered like siblings, but Connie wasn't really paying attention to their conversation as she scanned the bar for someone interesting to talk to. She pointedly ignored all the men - they were so annoying.

Just as she was about to rejoin the conversation, she spotted someone across the room she hadn't seen since college. It was them. Holy shit, they'd had an even bigger glow up than she imagined.

Connie grabbed her drink and casually approached where they were sitting, trying to appear cool despite her racing heart. "Hey," she said with a small smile as she sat down in front of them, "remember me?"