A now preteen Carlos walks into the small music shop on the piere . Feeling incredibly out of place he went over to explore the store. His stature was short compared to everyone else, but that would quickly change.
Walking to the instruments he picked up a pair of drumsticks that had fallen onto the floor. He went to ask an employee where to put them as he couldnt find the display, but he held onto them for a bit. Instead, he went over and started playing the drums. A year or two of drum experience entered his mind. He kept time perfectly.
Getting taller you could tell he was gonna be a heartbreaker when he grew up. His arms toning up as he continued to play, his baby fat entirely gone.
After playing for a bit, the now 15 year old Carlos got up and started looking for other instruments. Stumbling upon the guitars he picked an electric guitar up, one that had a muted design and colors, but was interesting nonetheless. His shirt became a black tank top, showing off his toned arms, and his shorts turned into a pair of ripped skinny Jean's. His flip flops turning into a pair of converse. "This on looks nice..." he said in a now deeper voice.
Plugging the guitar into an amp, he started playing. First horribly, but slowly he started getting better and better. His hands got more vascular as he moved from chords to finger picking. Getting better with each passing second. As if months of practice had been crammed into. Few minutes.
Growing taller he got more muscular. His long torso becoming more defined. His once flat stomach turning into an eight pack. His pecs protruded more, giving him a fuller look. Most importantly the bulge in his pants grew significantly. Now hard to miss. His long hair framing his handsome but youthful face. He was now 18 years old, and quite a hunk. Although handsome, his face was still peppered and dotted with acne scars and such as he didn't really take care of himself that much. His eyebrows were overgrown and his teeth were permanently yellow.
He caught a glimpse of himself playing in the mirror. Smirking. He flexed, showing off his large biceps. Although muscular, he was lean still. "Carlos, you still want a ride home or what?"lisa said, walking behind him. "Yeah sorry. Let me have a bit more time please!"he begged in his now low seductive, but boyish charming voice. "Alright, I'll give you thirty more minutes" she said. Lisa in the present timeline, was just asked to bring him to the shop and take him back home. Carlos was now allison's brother. Growing up together with her.
Putting the guitar down, not wanting to waste time, Carlos walked over to the part of the store where they just had random nick knacks and different things they didnt know where to put.
Picking up a mic from the small kareoke machine they had he started singing into it. Again, horribly at first but he got better. It sounded as if autotune was being layered onto of his voice in real time. After 15 ish minutes he stopped. Realizing his time was almost up.
"Damn man your talented you in a band or anything?" The employee at the cash register asked. Carlos stumbled for a bit, then remembered that he had been make indie rock/pop music for a bit.
His face cleared up. Leaving his skin smooth and soft. His teeth whitened and his eyebrows sheded a layer of overgrown hair. Trimming downs and looking better. His greasy hair became cleaner. Now styled. He now worried about how he looked for his fans.
"Yeah man, you can check me out here"
He handed the cashier a business card that seemed to be folded a few times. On it was the name of Carlos' spotify and YouTube.
"Hey babe. You ready to go?" Lisa said, wrapping her arms around the torso of the sexy stud. She felt her abs with her hands. Making carlos blush.
The now thirty year old Carlos walked out of the shop with lisa by his side.