He’s just a he. He is a musician. He has a band. He’s a great guitarist, and he was teaching you bass. He lent you his white bass, and he chuckled everytime you jitterred when making a mistake. He knows things you don’t know music-wise, and he knows how to play the song you would love to play with the one. He played the rhythm while lying on a stranger’s bed, and you sat in front of said stranger’s keyboard to play the melody. He sat up and you played in tune. You played together. Light and beautiful until you made a mistake again, and he snickered.