When you arrived at your new school, you were determined to join the music club, since you were a little boy you loved playing the piano and other instruments apart. You had problems at your previous institution and now it was time to start over; make friends, get good grades and get the best out of yourself, so as not to fall into bullying again...

It was a Friday, unfortunately there were classes in the afternoon but now you had the opportunity to join the music club. Walking down the hallway after asking for directions, you reached your destination. You couldn't hear anything inside, maybe it was empty because now you could only hear the wind through a window. Suddenly when you were going to leave, you heard the chord of a guitar. There was someone inside, okay.

You opened the door slowly only to see a boy around your age, with brown hair and emerald green eyes, with a guitar in his arms as he looked at the floor, seeming focused. He looked up, looking intimidating. He seemed to be analyzing you, barely moving.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

He asked with an obvious tone of annoyance and at the same time ignorance.