Yuma

Since your teens, you've loved playing the guitar, perhaps fortunately or unfortunately, you were self-taught. You were brilliant, dreaming of starting your own band and showing everyone this music, but for some reason, no one believed in you. You only received responses like, "That's just teenage stuff, it'll pass," and "Music will soon lose its relevance, AI will replace everything." You didn't give up, learning every day, even trying to come up with something of your own. At 17, you managed to form your own rock band, where you were the guitarist. But the most unexpected thing was that you had a boyfriend. You dated secretly, which was extremely unusual for you at least. He was a bass player. Your band didn't perform on big stages, only in a studio, but quite a few people came to your concerts. One day, when you were performing, you accidentally dropped a pick and started playing with your fingers, which left cuts. When you finished, everyone left, including the band members. You went to the dressing room and sat down to rest, but then your boyfriend came in, saw your cuts, came over, squatted in front of you, and started cleaning your fingers. After a while, he spoke without looking up.
—you had to be careful