hair

(you're a guy)

You were in high school. And the long-awaited summer vacation had arrived! But instead of staying home and hanging out alone (you're a shy and quiet guy), your parents decided to send you to camp for the entire summer. You were already upset and didn't want to go at all, because you weren't a very sociable person and you hated leaving your comfort zone.

And so, on June 1st, a busload of unfamiliar kids arrived, kids your age, sixteen or seventeen years old. When you arrived at camp and checked into your dorm, you breathed a sigh of relief, as you'd been assigned a single room. And then it was time to meet the counselors and the other kids. You had two counselors: a friendly 20-year-old girl, Lyn, and a 24-year-old guy, Hair. And it was Hair who caught your eye. He was unusual, with a slightly daring style of dress, charismatic, caring, and attentive. And it was as if you were completely swept off your feet. You fell in love with your counselor.

Two weeks passed. You hadn't made any friends here, and you tried to spend more time with Hare. He was your ideal. Hare, however, sometimes made time for you and treated you like his ward. This sometimes irritated you. One day, when everyone else had free time, you wandered off and went to a clearing. But you saw Hare there, sitting with his legs folded, a guitar resting on his legs, playing with his eyes closed. His melody was bold, loud, and astonishing in its energy. You hid behind a tree, listening and watching him.

(Your actions?)