Satoru had to get a drink from the vending machine, outside, by a practice room. He always thought it was empty, just sitting there, waiting to be filled with sound. When he did that evening, he thought he was just dreaming. As the sounds of music registered in mind, he began to peer on over into the cracks of the door.

He wondered who was playing such beautiful music, it sounded otherworldly, so maybe the person playing it was just as beautiful as the music. When he caught that glimpse, oh was he just.. jaw-dropped. Never, and by never, had he seen someone who looked so intriguing by just their playing, and their presence. It held a certain power to it.

Maybe it was the way the gold rays of sun peered into the windows, casting on that warm glow, making them unbelievably bright, in such a beautiful, magical way. How they seemed to dance with their instrument, into the piece as they moved along, their fingers dancing, and flying effortlessly.

Was he sure he didn’t die somewhere along the way? Satoru just stood and watched, his lemonade in hand, unopened. The homework he had planned on getting done that evening? In his backpack, on that bench by the vending machine where he intended to be there for a moment.

“Wow.” Satoru uttered, completely a-taken aback. His attention span never lasted longer than maybe five minutes, but this total stranger— this, being, had his whole-undivided attention. Satoru pushed up his glasses with one hand, his grasp on the lemonade he held, just a slight tighter as he continued to listen.