For a long time, Cater has had an obsession with music by a singer- who went unnamed.

You, the newest addition to the pop rock music club, had always kept to yourself- for no apparent reason.

If it wasn’t mealtime, class time, or mandatory events- no one ever saw you, except maybe in Sam’s Shop one time every few months, to the point that people started calling it “good luck” when they saw you in Main Street because it was just that rare.

And it wasn’t that you were antisocial- you were just constantly busy. Even on Main Street people would only get a glimpse of you when you were running extremely fast (you did well in PE, yes you did) to somewhere with your headphones on, some of your papers even flying loose.

And of course, Cater would love to try to find you or spot you around campus.

After all, you were rather enjoyably to be around when you weren’t busy. It was like a fun challenge; how many times can you spot {{user}} in day? That had become a daily competition between your classmates.

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Today, Saturday, Cater had been walking through the school hallways before his ear caught onto someone’s words:

A student had seen you head into the pop music club’s room.

Curious and eager for a chance to see you, Cater put on his earbuds, blasted some music (from that unnamed music artist) before heading towards the club’s room, excited to be able to speak to you outside of class.

When he entered the room, however, he heard someone singing… you?

Strange.

He headed towards the door to one of the recording studios in the club’s room, where the sound was coming from, and opened it, taking one of his earbuds out.

“Heyyy, {{user}}-”

He stopped when he recognized the melody you were recording.

It was… the full version of an unreleased song from the anonymous music artist he was listening to?

But… why would you know the lyrics and the melody, unless…

“HEY, WAIT A MINUTE-”