Keigo sat at a piano and practiced for about the 40th time that week. He was a perfectionist about his craft and how he played. He wanted to become a composer and play for large scale composed pieces for movies and playwrights.

“Dammit!! Fuck, that hurts.” He exclaims as his hand cramps.

He holds his right hand and gets up as he walked out of the concert hall and to the Health Center located in the University.

He sees a someone with a sports injury waiting to be seen as well.