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November 25th, 2019

"You know," Seraphine said as she sat beside me in the recording room. "It never gets boring watching you work."

My hands paused on top of the keyboard. "Why's that?"

"Because you're always in a world of your own."

I turned to look at her. The most minute of smiles danced across her lips, appearing and disappearing like it was never there in the first place. "Is that a compliment?"

She hummed. "Maybe for you it is."

"And for you it isn't?"

Sera shrugged. And she left it at that. Seraphine spoke up again a whole hour later, when I asked her if she wanted to start recording her vocals.

"Let me warm up first," she replied.

The day after Seraphine stayed the night at my apartment, we managed to get two songs finished that day, something that would've been unheard of during the production of the previous EP project. And I didn't mean that we had two songs fully recorded and produced, just waiting to be mixed— no, those two songs were completely done. There wasn't anything left to do on them.

"Ready?"

Seraphine slipped her headphones on, sliding them over her ponytail. "Mmmhm." She positioned herself in front of the microphone and tried a note. And as always, the sheer purity of her timbre blew me away. She shot me a quick thumbs-up, and I rewinded the track to the beginning, pressed the record button, and watched Seraphine work.

"Yeah I don't know why you're messing around with all them other girls. Acting like you've got all of the time left in the world." Seraphine's eyes closed on their own, her body swaying to the music as she sang. "Because it's 4 o'clock in the morning. And that's about the time I start zoning. Thinkin' 'bout all the ways that I want it. And it's time that you know, you know, you know…"

When Seraphine finished recording, she placed her headphones on the microphone stand and returned to her chair beside me. "How is it?" She asked.

"Wouldn't hurt to record it all again," I said. As great as Seraphine sounded, there were still a few instances where her voice wasn't being used to its full effect, or the note she was singing wasn't entirely clear to the listener. "Let's take it one stanza at a time though."

"One stanza, huh?" Seraphine asked.

"Yeah." I raised a brow at Sera. For some reason… I sighed. I turned to face Seraphine as she picked up her headphones again. "Seraphine."

She perked up. "Hm?"

"What's wrong?" At her confused expression, I continued. "You seem… prickly today."

"I…" Seraphine trailed off. She glanced at the ground, and let out a long, incredibly deep sigh. She ran a hand through her hair. "It's nothing."

"Talk to me," I pleaded. As strange as it felt to say those words, it also felt right. Seraphine was my friend— we were each other's friend— and that meant being there for one another when it mattered. "I can't help you if I don't know what's going on."

"It's nothing, Jae," Seraphine repeated, much stronger this time. "I'm okay. Really."

"You…" I sighed. I didn't want to press her for an answer. If she didn't want to talk about it, then I would leave it at that. Even if I knew that it wasn't for the best. "Okay. Let's get back to work."

Eventually, Seraphine settled herself into the groove of working. We finished that song within the hour, and quickly moved on to the next.

"Jae, I can't do this."

I laughed. "C'mon, if we're gonna have one sexy song in the album, we might as well have two. One where you sing and one where I sing."

Seraphine covered her face with both her hands, desperately fighting back a blush. She sucked in a deep breath. "Okay. Okay. I got this."

"Just sing about... I don't know, not needing instructions to be in love with each other. Letting your hearts lead the way. Something like that."

"Wait, that's pretty good."

I grinned. "Yeah. I know."

"Okay, Mr. Cocky. Tone the ego down a little." She stretched, pulled out her phone, and then quickly jotted a few lyrics down. "I think I have the chorus. Play the instrumental."

I did as she asked.

The chords flowed in like water, accompanied by the gentle crackling of a vinyl sample. As the track surged into the chorus with the rolling of hi-hats and the swelling of synths, Seraphine began to sing. "No instructions, no instructions… See you gotta let your heart lead the way, 'cause real ones never wait. No instructions."

And much like the previous song, we finished that track quickly, and called it a day soon after that. Seraphine sat in the recording room couch, her head against the armrest and her body laid out along the length of the couch. "I'm beat," she said. "We did so much today."

I nodded. "But that's not so bad. How's your voice holding up?"

She massaged her throat. "It's alright. I feel a little hoarse, but nothing a little rest won't fix."

"Good, that's good." I smiled. "Alright, I'm gonna finish cleaning up. You can go home, Sera."

She sat up. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," I replied. "It's almost 5:30. Wouldn't want you getting caught in awful traffic."

"Fair enough." She sighed, grabbing her backpack and guitar case. "See you later, Jae."

I waved at her. "You too. And drive safe."

"I will."

[;]

"How is the project coming along?"

I absentmindedly glanced at my second monitor. Luxanna Crownguard sat in front of her laptop camera— a textbook rested beside her open notebook, her eyes tracing the page as she read it. Despite not attending classes in-person, Luxanna still needed to keep up with her studies. Fortunately for her, most UCLA professors recorded their lectures, and she used those to "attend class."

This was how Lux and I spent most of our time together. At least, when we weren't at work. Since we couldn't meet with each other in-person, we decided to call each other through an app called Discord— miles better than Skype, according to Lux's recommendation. And she was right. As she often was. While she studied, I either studied as well, or worked on mixing the songs that Seraphine and I finished with earlier in the day.

"It's going well," I replied. On my main monitor, I had one of the songs for the EP open. "I think we've got a little over half of the EP done now." I pressed play on a certain section of the project. I flinched at the suddenness with which Seraphine's voice rushed out of the speakers. I quickly adjusted the dynamics of her vocals down to fit the rest of the section. "How about you? How's the studying?"

Lux sighed, running a hand through her hair. "It's studying. It's weird to not have to attend classes but still get a grade for the stuff I do."

"Mmm."

"How's Sera?" She asked.

"Good. We're doing better now."

"That's good. From what I remember, you two were pretty out of touch because of what she said."

"That's the gist of it." I hummed. "It's not entirely her fault though. I… I said some stuff that was uncalled for."

"When we're angry, we tend to say stuff we don't mean," Lux murmured. "But that isn't necessarily a bad thing. It's therapeutic."

"I always thought it was terrifying."

"It's that too." Lux laughed. "But a little fear never hurt anyone, right?"

"True enough."

My phone pinged with a text from Seraphine.

Hey, are you free tomorrow evening?

Yeah. Why?

Come over. Let's record that song you wanted me to sing at my house.

Oh. Okay. Sure. Send your address, I'll come by after work.

Don't forget your instruments.

Thank God she reminded me. I genuinely think I would have forgotten. Right. Thanks.

G'night, Jae.

Goodnight, Ser.

"You know, Jae, it's rude to text other girls while on the phone with one."

I snapped my phone shut. "I… uh…"

Lux giggled, and waved her hand dismissively. "It's not a big deal. I assume it was Seraphine?"

I hummed in agreement. "She wants me to come over to her house tomorrow to record a song."

"Oh. I'm sure that's the reason," Lux grumbled.

"Lux."

She rested her elbow on the table, leaning her head against the palm of her hand. "Sorry."

"It's alright." I fought the urge to pinch the bridge of my nose. "I don't really know what you have against her. She's a good friend."

"No good friend blatantly oversteps boundaries and crosses lines that shouldn't be crossed," Lux countered. "And from what you've told me, she hasn't even apologized for it!"

"She hasn't." And when Lux pointed that bit out to me, it irked me. When you did something wrong, you apologized for it. "Should… should I be telling her to? I feel like that's really rude of me."

"It is," Lux replied. "Just let her do it naturally. If she really is a good friend, then she'll apologize sooner rather than later."

"Right." A small part of me knew that Seraphine wouldn't apologize for awhile, but whether it was because she didn't want to, didn't know she should, or something else was entirely a mystery to me. I chose not to dwell on it any longer. "So," I began. "Wanna sing for me some time?"

[;]

November 26th, 2019

The door to Seraphine's apartment cracked open. I saw her pink hair before I saw her eyes, and Sera quickly ushered me into the room. She wore a loose purple t-shirt that was tucked into a pair of light grey shorts, and a pair of fuzzy blue socks with little yellow stars covered her feet. Adjusting the straps of my backpack, I followed behind Seraphine.

Her apartment looked like it was about the same size as mine. But the design was so different, that it almost looked like it was two different eras. After removing my shoes near the door, I entered the kitchen area. To my immediate right, the bare wall curved before straightening out to align with the rest of the hallway. The kitchen was directly in front of me. The island was located in the center of the area and dominated the space. Several uncleaned dishes were stacked atop each other inside of the sink within the island.

Sera guided me around the kitchen, skipped past the carpeted living room, and through a door that I could only assume led into her room. I stopped at the foot of the door, hesitant to step inside.

"Shouldn't I meet your dad first? I feel a little rude—"

"He's not here today," Seraphine said. She placed a hand on the door frame. "Out of state until Friday, actually."

"Oh." I swallowed. That means we're alone. In her house. I fought back a blush, and stepped into Seraphine's room. A light shade of pink covered the walls of the room, and a large, queen bed occupied the wall on the side opposite the door. Several posters from numerous pop culture icons hung above the bed. The only one I vaguely recalled was K/DA's Ahri. Immediately to the right of the dar was Seraphine's desk, and it was full of clutter. Open textbooks, several notebooks, numerous pencils, pens, and highlighters, and in the center of it all was Seraphine's computer.

A small, white cat laid on Seraphine's bed.

She walked over to the cat and picked him up. "This is Bao. Bao, meet Jae. Jae, meet Bao." Sera lifted the cat's paw as if to go for a handshake.

I chuckled and shook Bao's paw. "Pleasure to meet you, Bao."

Bao meowed. Seraphine set him back down. "You can sit on the bed while I clean all this up," she said.

"Sounds good." I set my stuff down at the foot of the bed and began to unpack everything. Thanks to Seraphine, I remembered to bring the instruments we needed to record the song for today— a cello and a violin. And since I couldn't play a french horn, nor did I know someone who could, I planned on using Kontakt's french horn samples. Of course, they weren't going to be as good as live horns, but I had to make do with what I had.

Seraphine quickly organized her desk, and plopped down onto her chair with a sigh.

"You okay?" I asked, sitting down on her bed. My hand drifted to Bao, gently petting him.

"Yeah." She waved me off. "I'm good." Seraphine stood back up, not even sparing a

second to rest. "Did you want something to drink or snack on? I can go grab it while you set up."

"Just some water. Maybe chips if you have it." I smiled at Sera. "Thanks, Ser."

"Yeah. No problem." She left me alone in her room, and I got to work hooking up my gear to her computer. And because Sera used Ableton, it was easy to navigate through the menus to get the exact sound I wanted. Seraphine returned, carrying a handful of snacks and a couple bottles of water. She placed the snacks on the table. Then, she left the room again and grabbed an extra chair from the kitchen. "We can order real food later," she said. "Or make some."

"You cook?"

Seraphine shrugged. "Sort of. Whenever we don't have any leftovers, or when my dad doesn't have time to cook." Then, she rested her hands on her hips as she grinned. "Would it be rude to ask you to cook me something that'll last until Dad gets back?"

I shook my head. "No. Not really." I smiled as well. "Let's try and get half of this track done, and then we'll take a break to make some food. Does that sound good?"

She nodded. Then, she let out a sigh as she finally sat down in her chair. "So, I assume that this'll be the track we do the thing Professor Laurent wants us to do?"

"Yeah. I figured we might as well try something new, right?" I asked, sitting beside her. "Can't always make R&B songs, our music would get boring pretty fast."

"Fair enough. Though, our tracklist on this EP is already more diverse than our last."

She had a point there. Compared to how acoustic our last EP was, this EP was more synthetic— but to really show the range of our abilities, we needed acoustic songs. And the song I recorded last week, Camped, was the first step towards that sound. And Seraphine's final solo song was the next.

Curiously, Seraphine and I both agreed to not have any duo tracks for this EP. We figured that the concept of "Wonder," was something to be experienced alone. It's difficult to wonder about something when the very thing you're wondering about is right in front of you. And more often than not, the imagined version of that thing is more spectacular than the reality.

That's what Sera said.

And I wasn't sure what, or who, she was talking about.

"So we already have the chorus for your track," I said.

"We do?"

"Yeah." I popped open the notes on Seraphine's computer and wrote down the lyrics.

"No one is perfect. You don't need to be strong, every single day. No one really knows along the way, that the best things in life won't be perfect anyway?" She repeated. Then, she let out a small breath. "You really weren't kidding when you said you wanted to write a song about that night."

"No. I wasn't," I replied honestly. Ever since she told me that, I've been overly conscious of my well-being. And it's been monumentally helpful. Sure, I still stay up late or work until I'm dead tired, but I'm not overworking myself. "And I think I already have a melody in mind."

Sera deflated slightly. "Oh. Okay."

"Did you have one?"

She shook her head. "No, no. It's fine. We can use yours—"

"Play it so I can hear—"

"It's fine, Jae—"

"I want to hear—"

Seraphine's hand came crashing down onto the table with a bang! Beside me, I felt Bao flinch. "It's fine, Jae! Just fucking drop it already!" Her azure eyes were cold. Terrifyingly cold. She glared at me, her gaze like icy daggers.

"I…" I trailed off. "Alright." I turned to look at the computer and tentatively placed my hands on Sera's keyboard. Before I played, I couldn't help but speak up. "You know, if you want to talk about it…"

She shook her head. "It— it's nothing."

"It's clearly not nothing."

"Jae. Please," she pleaded. "Not now."

I sighed. "Okay, okay. I'll stop prying."

Seraphine spent the next hour in complete and utter silence. While I worked on the song, she sat in her chair, either absentmindedly toying with her phone, staring off into nothingness, or running her hand across Bao, who leisurely wandered the room. She wasn't writing lyrics, she wasn't offering suggestions. I tried to ask for her opinions as I did normally, but she didn't have any input. To say I was worried was an understatement.

As I finished the recording, I placed the bow of the cello on the desk and placed the cello itself backside-down on the ground. "Sera?"

She looked up at me. "Mhm?"

"We're halfway done with the track." I walked over to the door. "You said you wanted me to cook something for you, right?"

"Yeah."

I motioned for her to follow me. "I'll cook for you. But you have to come with me, okay?"

When we got to the kitchen, I asked Seraphine to show me where everything was. I began cooking while she stood beside the island, her elbows on the countertop, staring into the island, and through the floor.

I wiped sweat from my brow and glanced at Seraphine, just to check on her. She was sitting on the living room couch now, but she looked on the verge of falling asleep. And, unsurprisingly, she eventually fell to the side, crashing onto the surface of the couch and falling into a deep sleep.

Guess she was really exhausted. I smiled slightly. Just rest, Ser. I'll take care of everything. I turned down the stove and grabbed an extra blanket from Seraphine's room. I placed it over her sleeping form before returning to the kitchen. I couldn't help but sneak glances at her as she slept, just to see if she twitched, turned, or showed any signs of discomfort.

After almost an hour of cooking, Sera hadn't so much as stirred.

I turned off the stove, sighing slightly. I cracked my neck and rolled my shoulders, the joints popping and the tension releasing from my body. As it turned out, moving around the kitchen, lifting pots and pants, and cutting and dicing ingredients alone for an hour really puts your body to work. Thank God I never work kitchen duty at Vastaya.

Using the ingredients on hand, I made Seraphine a sizable portion of soybean jjigae, along with a healthy amount of kimchi fried rice. It would be more than enough to feed her until her dad came back. I tested the taste of the jjigae broth. It tasted like how I remembered it— which was perfect.

I walked over to the couch, placing my hand on Seraphine and gently shaking her awake. "Ser?"

Her eyes fluttered open. "Y— yeah?"

I smiled. "Good evening."

Slowly, shakily, Seraphine sat up. "Good morn— evening," she corrected. With slightly narrowed eyes, she scanned the room. "How… How long was I asleep? Why does it smell so good?"

"You were asleep for about an hour and a half. And I just finished cooking." I pointed at the pot of jjigae. "Hungry?"

Her stomach growled. Sera flushed.

I chuckled. "Guess so."

She sat up, keeping the blanket wrapped around her, and waddled over to one of the stools at the bar. As I walked by her, Sera pouted. "I'm hungry," she whined.

"Alright, alright," I said. I found her a bowl and served her some of the jjigae before serving some for myself as well.

Sera hovered over the bowl and breathed in the scent "Wow. This smells… so good."

I smiled. "Thanks." Then, I pointed my spoon at her. "Now eat."

She eagerly nodded, and then began to dig into her food. Sera finished the serving faster than I'd seen her eat anything else, and when she went to grab a second and then a third serving, I narrowed my eyes slightly. Seraphine sat back down on the stool, licking her lips.

"Sera," I interrupted, just as she was about to dip her spoon into the soup. "When was the last time you ate?"

"Uh…" She trailed off. "I don't know?"

"Sera."

"Well, my dad left about three days ago. So… three days?"

My spoon clattered to the floor as I shot to my feet. "You haven't eaten in three days?!"

"Nothing like an actual meal…"

"What about your job?!"

"Got laid off last week."

"WHAT?!" I let out a breath to calm myself down. I sat back down. "Explain."

"My boss said that he found a better location in another part of California," Sera explained. "So, he closed the business and told me to find another place to work."

"Wow. That's…" I sighed. "That's awful."

"Yeah. You're telling me."

"Do you need any help finding a job?" I asked, my fingers tapping the surface of the bar. "You might be able to work at The Grand Vastaya for a bit."

"Doesn't Lux work there?"

"Yes. Why?"

Seraphine looked to the side. "It's nothing. We'll see. I'll let you know if I need to."

"Sera, why didn't your dad leave you any money?"

"Didn't think I'd need it," she grumbled. "He said he'd only be gone for two days at most. And then an emergency happened during his trip."

"Is he… okay?" I tried.

"Yeah. He's good. His team ran into a logistics problem, so they're out there solving it. Like I said, he should be back by Friday." Seraphine tried a smile. "Thank you for cooking, Jae."

"Yeah," I murmured. "No worries. There's still kimchi fried rice in the fridge. Shocked you guys had kimchi, honestly."

Sera nodded. "We love our Korean food. As I'm sure you can tell."

I chuckled. "Yeah." I hopped off of the stool and picked up my fallen spoon, placing it into the sink and grabbing a new one. When I sat back down, Seraphine began eating again. We finished our bowls at around the same time, and we set to work cleaning up the kitchen.

Seraphine pulled out her phone and tapped a few buttons. A moment later, a blip-blip-blip! echoed from above us.

"There's a speaker up there?"

Sera nodded. "Dad wanted something we could play music from. But he hates having clutter on the floor." She waved to the wall-mounted television and the nearly invisible legs of the living room coffee table. "So, what'd you want to listen to?"

"Something that'll keep us moving."

Sera hummed in thought. Then, she grinned and picked a playlist.

A sample played from the speakers. "All for the 'gram. Bitches love the gram. Oh wait, shit—" And then a bumping kick, trap hi-hats, and smooth guitar chords slid into the song. "Roxanne, Roxanne, all she wanna do is party all night."

Seraphine made her way around the island, doing her little dance all the while. As she passed me, she shot me a grin and emphasized the shaking of her hips. I laughed, and danced alongside her.

"She from Malibu, Malibu. If you ain't got a foreign, then she laugh at you. Malibu, Malibu, spendin' daddy's money with an attitude." Seraphine did a little shoulder dance to the beat. Her hair bounced and swayed along with her movements— she let out a giggle. She and I continued to dance, to sing, and to jam for the next several songs, feeling the tension escape from our bodies, being replaced with pure euphoria instead. As the last song came to a close, Sera and I let out a sigh, taking a seat on the couch.

"Haven't done anything like that in… awhile," I commented.

Sera nodded. "Yeah. Same for me too."

I placed a hand on her shoulder. "How are you feeling?"

Seraphine pursed her lips. "I'm… I'm just really stressed out, Jae," she breathed. "Really, really stressed out. There's so much I have to do, and it's seriously getting to me." She looked up at me. When our eyes met, it was then that I noticed just how tired she looked. There were clear bags under her eyes, something that I've never even seen on her— and the way her gaze seemed to lull between consciousness and unconsciousness. Tears built at the corners of her eyes, she reached up and wiped them away.

"I… I'm sorry, Sera. I didn't know," I said. "I was so focused on the project that I didn't stop to think about how you were, that I didn't check in on you at all."

She shook her head. "I didn't want to burden you with how I felt. I thought— I thought that I just needed to get over it by myself and—" She began to cry quietly.

"We're friends, Sera." I sat beside Seraphine, slowly, methodically running a hand through her hair as she recovered from her crying. "If you ever feel down and out, or you need to take it all out on me, let me know, Ser. I'm here for you." I smiled. "Always."

"Always? For real this time?" She asked, a small frown on her lips.

"Yes. And if I'm not, you're free to yell at me all you want."

She wiped her cheeks free of tears with a chuckle. "Okay. Deal."

I stood up and stretched, then glanced down at Seraphine. "Ready to clean up the mess I made?"

[;]

Seraphine mopped and wiped down the countertops while I washed the dishes. Music still played from the speakers, and Seraphine kept up her occasional dances as she cleaned. When we eventually finished, Sera slid the pad off of the front of the mop and dropped it into the trash can. Then, she returned the mop to the closet, and stood beside the island, her elbows on the surface as she glanced at me.

"So, you mentioned that you could hook me up with a job at the Vastaya?" She asked.

"Yeah." I ran the last dish through the stream of water that flowed from the tap before delicately placing it into the clean side. "Should still prep a resume, no guarantees that my bosses would hire you."

"Aren't they moving into a new building? Do they have enough space for another employee?"

I nodded. "Lux's been working less and less hours lately."

Seraphine rubbed her arm. "I feel like I'm replacing her…"

I shrugged. "It's how part-time jobs work." Not like she needs the money, I mentally continued. "I'll mention you to them during my next shift."

She grinned. "Sounds good. Thanks, Jae."

I raised my hands above my head and stretched. "Alright! Let's get back to work, yeah?"

Sera nodded excitedly. "Yeah. Let's go finish up that song!"

[;]

"Okay, be honest. You and I have some serious chemistry," I said, turning my gaze from computer screen to Seraphine. She stood beside me with one hand on my shoulder and her head right near mine.

"I've been saying it from the start." She grinned. "We're a movie or a book that just so happens to be writing itself."

I laughed. Over the last few hours, she and I worked tirelessly on her final song for the EP. After we ate and had our… talk, Seraphine seemed to have returned to her normal, energetic self. She ceaselessly offered her input on certain parts of the song, especially her own singing— something she hadn't been doing in the last few days due to how exhausted and stressed she'd been.

"And no one is perfect, you don't need to be strong, every single day. No one really knows along the way— Ugh." She sighed. "Again. I need to change how I need to go higher on 'way'."

"Split it into two parts when you sing it," I commented, pausing the recording.

"First half like the word 'when' and then the last half like 'away'?" She asked.

"Yeah. Hard to split up a one syllable word like that though."

She strengthened her resolve. "I can do it."

"I believe you."

I rewound the track to the beginning of the chorus. The instruments dropped out, leaving only a guitar and the ticking of a clock. Then, when Seraphine began to sing, the strings, the percussion, and the horns swelled right along with her. "And no one is perfect, you don't need to be strong, every single day. No one really knows along the way. That the best things in life won't be perfect anyway."

She continued to sing. With her earlier hiccup corrected, Seraphine sang her heart out for the rest of the track. And just as the second chorus came to a close, the instrumental bridge began. The cello stood front-and-center in the mix, dominating the soundscape. One-by-one, the rest of the instruments followed, overtaking it. The slow yet rapid movements of the violin, the fingerpicking of the guitar that played in unison with a harpsichord. And beneath it all, the french horns and the cellos crescendoed, growing louder, and when it came time for Seraphine to sing again, deep drums and crowd claps joined them.

"And no one, is perfect. You don't need to be strong, every single day. No one really knows along the way. That the best things in life, won't be perfect anyway."

As she finished the verse, the french horns, the cellos, the violin, the guitar, the percussion, all came roaring back— pure elation shined in their tone as they moved from note to note like glistening water. Seraphine, along with the other harmonic takes, sang from her heart. The sheer purity, the clearness of her voice illuminated the song in a brilliant light as she climbed higher and higher. With a final note, most of the instruments and her voice faded away with the roll of a cymbal, leaving behind only the piano chords and the rise and fall of the strings to finish the track.

"That was… something."

"Yeah," Sera breathed. "Wow. Your playing is really good."

"And so is your singing." I glanced at Sera. "I… I think it's done."

"Re— really?" She removed her headphones, placing them on the table. "Are you sure? I was a little shaky on that last note, and I think I messed up—"

I shook my head. "No, no. You sounded good. Genuine. It… it sounded like you were really singing. Like you felt what you were singing, Ser." I smiled at her.

And for a moment, when we locked gazes, I swore I could feel my heart flutter.

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EDIT 1: Bao.