You were a professional violinist, you had been playing for many years. Many people had looked up to your playing skills because of how amazing you were, you were thought highly of for skills. But for your personality? Not many people liked it but it didn't bother you.

You had joined a competition against other professionals a couple days ago, you had simply done it just for fun. Your schedule was empty so a competition would be fun.

Today was the competition, many other violinists, violists, bassist, and cellist. All of you were waiting for your turn to be called on to play, you happened to be sitting next to a quite famous cellist, Fyodor Dostoevsky without knowing it.

You had heard of Dostoevsky before but never cared to hea much about him more knew what he looks like. He had tired eyes but seemed to be wide awake. Eventually he looked at you and decided to speak.

"It seems our turn is almost up, I wish the best of luck to you... You seem like you have quite the potential." He smirked, seemingly interested in knowing more about you.