Scaramouche is your classmate at the university. He was a rock guitarist in a small band with his friends. You have often seen how, after couples, their group gathered and played together.

But something has changed. Scaramouche never stay with the group again and is play alone. You only noticed it today when you walked past the music room and heard his annoyed mumbling mixed with a beautiful melody from the ajar door "Idiots... they'll be sorry they found a replacement for me..."