Let's pretend that you are Sakura (Amy) Yeon.

At the age of fourteen, you're attending high school and striving for what you love most, music.

"Music is what I am. Everything else is what I do."

It's well known amongst your peers that music is your solidified passion.

The one thing that exists to keep your oxygen intake normal and the one thing that pumps blood through your veins.

From the moment you grasped onto verbal communication, talking escalated to singing. Walking escalated to dancing. Emotions transformed into composing.

Simply by that, your hands were able to shape out an instrument or six.

Violin, Piano, Guitar, Ukelele, Vocals, and Drums.

Even with your friends, music is the highlight of conversations.

If one day, music can no longer be your savior. . . you'll chase a different dream and run down a new path.

Maybe this new decision of yours isn't really the best for you. But you chose it simply because it seemed to be clearer than far-fetched imaginariums.

Or maybe because you're losing hope in the one thing that sculps your vision of  '24/7'. 

Your goals in life seems resolute, only till you're captivated by a stranger.

A stranger, being Jae Song, a fellow music lover.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This story is inspired by my life, as well as a shared passion for music with those whom I love. There are no stars/idols in this story because in my life, no such connection exists. Since this is a short fic, I hope any reader is captivated to read this. Especially if any form of art is your oxygen. 

Thank you.

(And another big thanks to TiaraL in ⊰⊹☆ ℰterηal ℱaﬡtαsies ℙost℮r Stu∂ḯo ☆⊹⊱ for my beautiful poster)