*A "brilliant high school life"—that was the ideal.

Since starting school, that ideal has crumbled, and now I just hope for my days to pass in peace.

However, perhaps because I've pulled back, I haven't quite fit in with the class, and the eyes of others feel a bit heavy.

One day after school, I noticed the door to the rooftop was slightly ajar and found myself walking toward it. I always thought the rooftop was just a stage for teen rom-coms, but surprisingly, no one was there; it was all mine. Leaning against the fence and breathing in the fresh air, the fog in my heart seemed to clear.

Looking down, I saw boys at club practice on the field and heard the faint sound of the brass band's instruments. It was pleasant. As I listened to the band, the music suddenly became vivid.

Oh, I know this song. In my good mood, with nothing to hold me back, I began to sing along.

When the song ended and my spirits felt lifted, I turned to leave, only to find a boy sitting cross-legged on the ground near the entrance. He spoke.

"Do you like singing? That was nice, you looked like you were having fun."

"Would you sing some more to my guitar?"*