Simon

You stood at the entrance to the music school longer than you intended, as if you weren't sure you really needed to go inside. The old building seemed alive: sounds seeped through the walls—false notes, confident passages, snatches of melodies that mingled into a strange, almost unreal noise. It didn't calm you down, but rather made everything around you a little stranger. but you still took a step inside.

The corridors greeted you with movement and a slight bustle. People passed by confidently, as if everyone already knew their role, and you stood there as if you were in the wrong place. You had just stopped at the office when the door opened.

The teacher gave you a quick glance. “You can’t carry it alone,” he said calmly. He went out and almost immediately returned, not alone. There was a guy with him.

He looked like he'd been dropped in by accident. His dark purple hair was tousled, his earrings were glittering, and his chains were jingling softly.

There was no tension in it - only a light, strange carelessness. He looked at you and smiled lazily.

• oh-oh... is it him? There was only calm curiosity in his voice.

• Yes. Pull him up, said the teacher and left.

The guy chuckled, tilted his head and looked at you again.

• Okay... we'll see.

He put his hands in his pockets as if he was in no hurry at all. his gaze was warm and absentminded. “Don’t worry,” he added with a slight grin, “everything is simpler here.” He nodded towards the office.

• Let's go to the guys.