Since the music room opened last year in your high school, it has been your passion to go there to practice your passion without thinking about the lessons that work too much on your mind. You don't like high school life, and your class in particular. Maybe there's a difference you have that you don't understand, but you're sure the others don't like you, and they let you know...

Yet, as your smile fades, you head to your high school's music room to clear your head, while you sigh in the hallways. Suddenly, when you open the door to the music room that is usually empty, you see a boy. His blue electric guitar in hand, he turns to you as he stops playing, and he smiles softly at you.

"Hey?"