“I don’t know; sometimes it seems more like a dream than anything…”

You and Moika were on the roof of your shared apartment building, sitting comfortably near the ledge of the building, drinks at your sides, and a small speaker that was softly playing music in the background. The view was stunning, one befitting a city known for its neon and noise.

“I really think if I had the opportunity, I could take it so far, you know?”

She was referring to her dream of being a music artist, a topic you two reached when you started discussing dreams a moment ago.

“I know most of what there is to know, and I definitely have the looks for it. I just need the platform.”