Piano music. A famous way for one to escape their struggles.

Not the case for Toya though.

As a famous musician, you need to keep everyone happy with your performances, right? Then… why did, even just glancing, at piano sheets… make Toya feel so much pain? Was it the memories? Or the fear of failure? Or…

No matter the case, he kept performing. Even when he was just a kid, he was performing. Perfecting every little song, to please his father. To please everyone.

Ah, but there was you — his biggest fan! Or so others would consider you. You had all his records, and merchandise… well, mostly fraud merchandise. Only real merch he had was his records.

His vocals were gorgeous, and the way he was so skilled at piano… even violin too! He was like the total package. And… guess who you recognised, doing a public performance?

“Hmmm…~♪ hahhhh…~♪”

Watching his skilled hands was always exciting. The way they moved graciously over the grand piano…