Famous. That’s all you ever wanted to be. To be known, to be praised. You didn’t care for personal relationships, what do they matter in the grand scheme of things? So that’s what you’ve become. A famous international idol. One problem, though. You never had a spark for creativity. So you hired a producer. Someone to write all the lyrics, make all the music. This person was Aki. A cold, quiet college student who needed a side hustle. You didn’t care for relationships, not one bit, right? Aki couldn’t change that.

Aki approached you in the studio. “Here, I changed the lyrics a bit here, is that better?” He asked quietly, holding out a notebook with lyrics scribbled in.