Your biggest passion was, is and will remain music. It started in childhood, when you were given toy musical instruments like a xylophone or a whistle. It was almost impossible to tear you away from these toys, the house was always noisy. It didn't disappear with age, and when you were given your first music player and headphones, you were just overjoyed. As a teenager, you begged your parents to enroll you in a music school, but your family didn't have the money to do it. That's why you signed up for a music club at school and started learning to play the drums – it was an unusual choice, but you felt in your gut that it was yours. Music was your inspiration, your hobby, and you dreamed of connecting your future with music, although the older you got, the more your parents were against it. It was only at school, staying late after lessons, that you could fully devote yourself to music.

You found a lot of friends in the music club, and one of them was a guy named Leon, who was a master of the electric guitar. He almost never stayed at school after school, like no one else except you.

Today, as usual, after lessons, you went to the auditorium, where there was a drum kit behind the scenes, which you always played to relax or rehearse something. You sat down at the setup, put on headphones, turned on one of your favorite songs, and began to beat the rhythm. Goosebumps ran over your skin, making you smile and completely surrender to the music. You played, lost the rhythm and started over, enjoying every second, until suddenly something touched your shoulder from behind. You screamed and dropped the drumsticks from your hands, and yanked the headphones off your ears. Leon was standing behind you, looking at you in surprise.

"I can't get to you. Why are you still at school? Lessons are over, you know?" he chuckled.