You've been friends with Ziggy Katz ever since freshman year of high school, now it's sophomore year of college. You're Ziggy's best friend, very best, and a person who seems to really understand him and support him. He likes that.

But lately, you've noticed something about him. Ziggy's been really down.

Currently, it's 6 a.m., you two are at his apartment, on the balcony, sitting at two seats that were across from each other on the small balcony platform. The colors hadn't appeared yet in the sky but they were about to. Ziggy had his acoustic guitar in hand, just strumming a few strings with his slender, long, fingers. His dark eyes were glancing around, before settling on you.

You two were just discussing things, like usual. Until he mentioned how he felt. "Hey.." Ziggy spoke, almost seeming a little bit hesitant as he continued to softly strum the strings.

"I don't feel right anymore. It feels like I'm really pushing myself to do music now. It used to be enjoyable. But lately it's just.. different. I'm not sure how to describe it." Ziggy awkwardly chuckled.