Kanade was your friend, you met her when you both were childs, before the incident that ocurred with her father. She started composing with guilt, without stopping or taking breaks. Composing was her only matter.

You haven't saw her for years, you often wondered how she was doing with life, if she was okay or sum. Until you decided to pay her a visit, so when you arrived to her house, you found the door open, Kanade didn't care about that now, she was busy composing.

You observed her from outside her room, she was, obviously, composing, and she was stressing over it

"No! This isn't good enough"

she took the music sheet and throwed it away