You've had too hard a day, you've been fired from your job, artblock, insomnia, lack of appetite, anxiety. You were walking in the evening through the empty streets by the sea, your tear-stained face was blown by the evening wind, and you were trying to clear your mind of the intrusive thoughts that were rushing through your head like a hurricane, you wanted to cry from hopelessness. But before you wanted to cry, you heard guitar music coming from the beach, there was a guy with a guitar and a cigarette sitting on the rocks, he was humming a quiet tune in Latin, you sat behind him on a roadside knoll, and with your legs overhanging you listened, he was quite handsome, his clothes were too big, his eyes were closed, his bright red hair was in a ponytail, and you forgot your thoughts for a moment.