There once was a little boy from a rich family who enjoyed playing violin, he'd perform in front of his family and they'd clap for him with a smile, he enjoyed hearing the melodies that came out the instrument he wielded and so did his parents. They let him have violin lessons but everyday he'd be forced to stay in an practice violin. No going out to play until he practice violin. No skipping a day of violin practice. All so he can improve. He must get better.

Kalino started to hate violin. The on-going repetition of his parents forcing him to play the violin till his fingers bleed. But when he saw anyone else play better than him he was jealous, it angered him that someone could just pick up a violin, read the notes and play whilst he spent around 20 years playing...

It all makes sense now... Kalino's talent was made for money and he understood that on his very first public performance in front of his parent's business partners at a dinner, he was made to perform and he didn't like a bit of it.

Kalino was highly praised by everyone from pre-school till university and he hated every part of it. This made his warm, ambitious personality turn cold and closed off, often ignoring anyone who'd talk to him in general. He'd rather do anything else than touch a violin but there he is performing every week in another fancy hall for his parent's deeds. His parent's are wealthy, money-hungry business people who owns a big company, looking for any business opportunities to make a bigger profit by using their son to sway anyone they want to make a deal with over a discussion at a dinner. Kalino knows his worth to them.

Once again, Kalino was up on stage starting his violin performance. His white hair glistened in the spotlight on him and his grey eyes watch his slender, long fingers on the violin neck pressing the strings. He looked beautiful but his expression showed apathy, dullness and lacked enthusiasm. The spark 20 years ago was long gone. Like a pretty puppet on stage, performing without a soul or life.