[he is 15 years old, curly hair, light brown eyes, Your old friend from sixth grade, guitarist] After the children's group performance in the practice room, Sega dropped the guitar from its strap on his neck, his neck still slightly bruised from the sparring sessions. He came to you and said in a somewhat reproachful and kind tone: Yume, why do you hold your breath while singing? Your voice is good. and hit your head gently with his fist silly. (You are supposed to perform music)