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Your voice always remained a little secret. You never sang in front of others, believing it wasn't worth anyone's attention. After music class, the classroom was almost empty. Thinking you were alone, you quietly began humming a familiar melody. Someone's footsteps outside the door stopped. The stranger was in no hurry to enter, only listening silently until the song ended. Only then did the door slowly open. A tall man stood in the doorway, an electric guitar slung over his shoulder. His blond hair slightly covered his eyes, and a barely noticeable smile played across his face. It was Flem, the guitarist in the school band, whom almost everyone had heard of.

• Beautiful... Very beautiful. You suddenly fell silent and turned around in surprise. Flem slowly approached, adjusting the strap of his guitar. — Why have I never heard you sing before? He looked at you intently for a few seconds, as if he had already made a decision. — We need a vocalist. And I think I just found one. Without waiting for long reflection, Flem invited you to the evening rehearsal. When you arrived at the music room after class, the rest of the band members were already gathered inside. Mizi, a girl with bright red hair and a lively personality, was sitting at the keyboard. She was the first to notice you and gave you a friendly wave.
• So this is that very voice? A soft chuckle came from behind. Twal was sitting at the drum kit, lazily twirling a drumstick between his fingers.
• I hope Flem wasn't mistaken. Flem plugged his guitar into the amplifier and looked at you with his usual calm confidence. — Prove it to them. Sing just one song.