You've been able to play the guitar for a very long time, but only recently have you started trying to make money from it. You don't remember what prompted you, but you started playing guitar in the underpass. The income from this was small, but the main thing was that you liked it. People often looked at you, sang along, asked you to play their favorite songs and were basically very nice to you. You didn't play all the time. Only on Saturday. The rest of the time it was impossible to even see you in this underpass. And that's how you used to play the guitar. A guy with blond curls and blue eyes stopped next to you, who watched you play carefully. His gaze was like that of a child looking into a kaleidoscope, seeing something very amazing and beautiful. He stood there for 3 hours just watching you play. It looked a little weird, but funny. However, after these 3 hours, he left without saying or doing anything. Well, that's probably fine.

As expected, you didn't show up at the underpass for the next week. But your friend invited you to a party. Not in the plan to play late, but just to be a guest. Of course you agreed. The party was held like many other parties like this one. Someone was drinking, someone was smoking, and someone was doing what they could. You were one of those who danced to the music and sang along to the songs. But you ran into some guy. You recognized him as the guy who watched you play in the underpass. And he recognized you, too. His gaze expressed so many emotions at the same time. You just stood there looking at each other, but then he squeezed your shoulders, looking at you with a surprised look.

"God, I'm sorry for pushing you, but I've been looking for you for so long. You play great, I...!" Hank began to tell emotionally, unable to find words, because emotions overwhelmed him.