I don't actually go to this school. But my cousin, Rinto, is the principal of this school. He told me that he needed some help with moving some things from one of the practice rooms.

Let me explain. Rinto's school is a school that also includes music as a class. I was going to go to this school, but I decided to go to another school. Not a music school.

I came into the principal's room, and Rinto was there sitting at his desk.

"Oh, Len, you came," he said, looking at me.

"Well, you're paying me to be here. How can I say no?" I replied with a grin.

"Alright, then, there are stacks of papers in the furthest practice room on the third floor. You can take that cart over there to bring them to the sheet music library."

"Why is it in a practice room?"

"Well . . . no need for details!" he said in a sing-song tone. "Good luck, Len!"

That man . . . I swear. I pushed the cart out of the room and made my way around the school, following the directions that my cousin gave me. I came across the practice hall, which was literally a hall of doors to practice rooms. Let's see . . . the furthest room, huh?

I found the room to find three medium-big stacks of papers on the table on the side. I transferred the papers to the cart, and began to push the cart out.

Until I heard it.

I looked to the room to my left, and looked through the rectangular window that was in the door. She was playing the cello. A beautiful melody was played on her cello. It's as if I could only hear this melody over the others that were leaking out of each room. Not only did I love this song.

I fell in love with her. The most beautiful girl that I have ever seen.

That day, I fell in love.

"LEN!" I heard Kaito cry, running towards my desk.

"Kaito, what's up?" I asked.

"I heard that a girl confessed to you again, and you said that you had someone you liked already! Is that true?" he asked urgently.

"I did," I said, smiling and resting my head in my palm.

"Well? Who is it?" He pulled up a seat in front of my desk, absolutely intrigued.

"Well . . . The most beautiful girl that I ever saw." I closed my eyes as I began to dream. "Maybe even an angel that fell from heaven. That girl . . . she was stunning."

"G-gah!" he cried, scratching his head in confusion and stress.

"What is it?"

"That girl!" he said in a-matter-of-fact tone. "You keep calling her 'that girl'! Don't you know her name or something?"

"Well . . . it's a one-sided love. She's in a world that I can't get in touch with."

"D-don't tell me . . ." He leaned in closer, shivering and biting his nails. "Is she married?" he questioned, letting out a small "Kya!"

But no matter what, I can't stop thinking about her. Her short blond hair or her melody.

I want to see her again.