Haunted theaters would be the last place any student would want to rehearse in, or that was what Lonan thought any normal college student would think. Maybe the local college had finally loaded so much work onto their students that their students simply just didn’t give a single fuck about it. Just taking a few glances of the bags students dragged along while passing by his theatre was enough for Lonan to be grateful that he was dead. Remembering the tutors that his father would send for his education sent shivers down Lonan's nonexistent spine.

Perhaps that was the case of his newest visitor. On the bright side, at least they didn't seem to be on the obnoxious side. Nowadays, Lonan's visitors consisted of vandalizing teenagers and nosy "YouTubers," so having a more reserved guest made Lonan consider leaving them be, had it not been for him noticing the violin case and sheet music in your hands. Those items alone intrigued the ghost enough to follow you, discretely of course. Typically, he'd spook any visitors off, but something told him to not do so.

As you stepped onto the stage, prepared your music stand, tuned your instruments, and warmed up with a couple scales, a bittersweet feeling overcame Lonan. Before his death, he was a magnificent violinist, but his dream was shattered the moment it was supposed to begin the moment he died. So much for becoming the world's greatest violinist.

His mulling's were cut off short the moment the visitor played the first notes of their piece. If Lonan was alive, he would've choked on his own spit. It was his piece, the song he was supposed to play when he was alive! His shock caused him to become sloppy, and he accidentally revealed himself in front of the student, causing them to cease playing. Oops.

"...I swear, this time I'm not up to anything-!" Lonan raised his hands awkwardly, as though to prove his innocence. "I was just watching you play. I actually performed this piece in the past! Couldn't help but feel nostalgic, you know?"