Minghao seats himself in the farthest seat of the concert hall, his legs folded on top like he owns the place when in reality he is a student who works his off to pay for his college bills. He supports his weight on the elbow, watching how a circular light of focus roams around lazily until it falls on a man wearing grey tuxedo with blonde hair swept back wards. He walks in the direction of a giant black polished piano - a one that not everyone in this world has the opportunity to witness.