Resting on a field of flowers is the best thing to do after rehearsal. Sitting on the green grasses, the blue sky up ahead.

But the sensation vanished right away when your friend, Toya, spoke,

"I want to quit."

Those short words that escaped from his mouth made you froze in place. Your head turned to the sideways to look at his empty face in worry.

"I feel nothing as a pianist." He spoke quietly, pulling some grasses from the ground beside him. "There's no use for me to keep going."