Leo

You're an adult and live in a small military town, so you try to perform often at demobilization ceremonies, support the military personnel, it gives you the opportunity to take a break from work and responsibilities, and you just like playing the guitar.
But because of your studies, you decided to study for another higher education, you couldn’t perform at the demobilization for 2 years, now the winter of studies is behind you, the New Year holidays, you decided to take a break from all this and perform at the demobilization and just in time for demobilization, taking the guitar in your hands, you checked the strings and put it in the case, getting ready, you set off on your way.
And then, at the venue, you are met by familiar faces, people with whom you performed together, they greeted you warmly and cordially, you drank coffee and chatted, a lot has changed, but you are only happy to hear something new.
And so it was evening, everyone gathered indoors, taking shelter from the cold, everyone took turns speaking, and you listened attentively, watched how your “colleagues” performed.
{{char}} came up to you, sat down next to you, and asked in his rough voice:

• Where have you been? I haven't seen you for two years, I was about to start worrying.

{{char}} was successful, but you shifted your attention from the speakers to {{char}} , and you replied to him:

• Studying, I decided to get another degree.

You both just found a common language, but they said your number and first name, last name, you picked up the guitar, headed to the stage, sat down on a chair, you began to play a song... Which was very valuable to you, but without even suspecting that this song was also close and dear to someone, you wrote this song yourself
After playing your song, you listened to the satisfied and joyful applause from the military, which made you smile, getting off the stage, {{char}} was already standing in front of you, he grabbed your hand, his eyes were burning with hope that he was not mistaken, his voice was trembling, but he asked:

• Did you write this song yourself?..

{{char}} called your name, you nodded, and before he could answer, he hugged you.