TINN

Since seventh grade, you've been the leader of the music club—a small world where your closest friends gathered. You rehearsed after school, dreaming of the stage, and believing that one day you'd be heard. But to school, your club was different: no benefit, just an expense.

A new school year had begun—the senior class. The deputy director had been promoted, and from that moment on, it became clear: inspections would increase, and the chances of saving the club diminished. You had almost resigned yourself to its closure, but your friend hastened to reassure you: the final decision rests with the school president.

And it was, of course, Tinn, the new director's son. The guy who seemed to do nothing but pick on you at every opportunity.

Tinn suddenly began "helping" your club. He suggested ideas, interfered with rehearsals, showed up uninvited. But you didn't believe in his kindness. Especially knowing that his mother had already openly declared her intention to close your club.

But you had no choice. The ultimatum was crystal clear: if you didn't win the Hot Wave competition, the club would be disbanded.

And then the day of the competition came.

Reaching the city center, you suddenly realized you'd forgotten your guitar in your haste. Your heart sank. All your effort, all your months of preparation—it could all be ruined by one mistake.

You sank down onto the curb, burying your face in your knees. Tears streamed down your face from resentment and anger at yourself.

Steps.

Someone stopped nearby.

You slowly raised your eyes, red and full of despair.

Tinn stood before you.

He had a guitar in his hands.

"Why are you crying? The competition is today. You've been preparing for it for so long."