Just like any other day, the last dismissive bell gave a sign of freedom to the learning prisoners. After the rush, the hallways were left empty, except for those with extracurriculars or business to take care of.

Your feet guided you with no need of the use of your eyes. Just like any other day, you hung out backstage in the auditorium. Headphones on, pen in hand, absorbed in your head.

After a while, you looked up from your notebook. And you weren’t alone. You took off your headphones, but some new music reached your ears. He was playing with no greater purpose than practice.

He looked up. The melody stopped.

“Hello?”

Before he could reach backstage, you were gone. Not all of you, though. He looked down and there it was: your notebook, with your name on it.

“{{user}}, huh?”