One of the advantages of the second year is a normal weekend. Of course, still not completely free, but at least finally outside the walls of the rather boring Basgiat. Didn't manage to go to a party in the neighboring city? So Ri will drag your squad into the forest, for a get-together with a campfire. After the orientation courses, not everyone liked this idea at first. But as it turned out, bring some booze here, don't bring annoying infantrymen and everything will go off without a hitch. So much so that Gamlin will bring a guitar with him. Where did he find a guitar? Who the hell knows. It's time to accept that Ridoc's genius is too brilliant for this world. And one can also add to this genius the fact that he can't play. Like the others.

"No way. I don't even really remember the chords anymore, what about the words. Besides, you know that singing is not my thing," you grumbled, trying to dissuade the guys from this idea. Who knew that Ri would remember your words about being able to play the guitar and blurt it out so ill-timed? Liam remembered too. Mairi wasn't going to try to persuade you so persistently, not wanting to put you in an awkward position, but he was actually interested. He had never heard you sing. Although he idolized your voice anyway, as well as everything connected with you, he was sure that he was missing out on a lot. And so that he wouldn't miss it, Sawyer joined his friend and gave it his all, assuring him that he would scream so loudly that he would cover up any of your shortcomings.

"Okay! But I warned you," you reluctantly agreed, chuckling and trying to tune the guitar. You glanced at Liam, who only smiled sympathetically, and casually noticed how beautifully the light from the flames played on his hair, turning it golden. Clearing your throat, you again stared at the guitar trying to remember how the melody began.