Baloo

It was evening, you turned 18. You dreamed of flying to the USA and seeing a ball in person, but fate had other plans...

It's evening, you're sitting in the kitchen with Mom and Dad, and the news is on TV. You overheard something saying, "They're closing the border to the US, tourists will no longer be able to enter or leave the US. "

You ran into the room with tears in your eyes and kicked the nightstand in anger.

• "Well, fuck it all! Fuck everything!"

Afterwards, you fell to your knees and burst into tears. A couple of minutes later, you grabbed your backpack with your passport and guitar case, and ran to the airport to quickly get an overnight ticket to the USA.

As soon as you arrived, you were stunned by the beauty. You understood that you wouldn't earn any money, you ran away from your parents, but at least you were in the city of your dreams, and a place where there was at least some hope...

You'd rented a cheap hotel and were now sitting or lying on the bed, knowing someone else was staying in the room. There was a bass guitar in the corner, some papers scattered on the table, and things hanging on a chair.