“How was it?” Sungjin asks as I walk into his music lab. It’s the end of the first week of the new semester, and he’s already been drowning in work all week.

“It was not as bad as I thought it would be.” And that is not a lie. I’ve just had my first session with Dr. Choi’s this fine sunny day. I just got off radio with Jae two hours ago, and Sungjin and I had breakfast before he went with me to the counsellor’s office. Because that’s our thing now. We have an established routine.

Sungjin is sitting on the swivel chair looking warm and toasty. “That’s good to hear. Come here.”

I glance at the door just in case, but I don’t actually know how much I care about being caught right now. I fall into Sungjin’s lap and give him a quick kiss. “Can I nap here before my class starts?”

“Why do you keep taking morning classes after radio?” he asks, scrunching his nose and wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Because I’m most alive after radio.”

“You’re also most alive when you get enough sleep.”

“Hence, the nap.”

“But I can’t nap with you.”

“Don’t be silly, we can nap again.” Naps are amazing. Naps are real world equivalent of a musical rest. Why have I never paid more attention to rests before? Silence is just as important as sound. “Later.”

“Later you’re spinning at Catharsis.”

I laugh. “Oh yeah, that’s tonight. Tonight, when your band is also playing.”

“We’re going to be on the same stage. What a thought, huh.”

What a thought,