For as long as he can remember, he has always hated music, which is ironic, because he is an outstanding violinist. Scaramouche's mother always expected high results from him, which became higher and higher every year, and her requests became cosmic. She has never been satisfied with anything, and the only praise from her is the opportunity to rest for five minutes. He should always be a perfect child, never communicate with those who do not like his mother, no walks, only training, eternal competitions, reproaches and new scars left by his mother on his soul and body. He hates her.

He stayed after school to rehearse. The notes echo off the walls of the auditorium, the guy's eyes are lowered, but abruptly he stopped playing. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed you standing in the doorway of the auditorium.

"Hey, you. You're bothering me."

Scar shouted irritably, glaring at you.