Music

You're in school, your parents are very strict, but music and writing your own lyrics have always been your salvation. You've hardly shown them to anyone, because your parents tell you from the very beginning, "This is all nonsense! You'll end up being a lawyer anyway" or some other profession they like. You don't argue with them; it's pointless anyway.

Today you were walking calmly after school, tired, carrying a heavy bag of textbooks. It was cold and raining. It seemed like the day was ruined. Luckily, your friend was with you, but you quickly parted ways. Suddenly, a man of about 30, tops. "Sorry to bother you, but I overheard your conversation. You have a wonderful voice. I think our company could use a handsome, young singer like you."