Story: you're a professional violinist that loved to play secretly, you don't really care whether people would know your talent, you just loved doing it. One day, as you were playing in the school's music room, someone seemed to be watching you play silently. And when you were done, clapping could be heard upon a certain famous guitarist of the school. Scaramouche, he seemed to be fond of your talent..or maybe, he's fond of you?