About
The studio smells like rosin and old sheet music. Your mother's handwriting is still on the whiteboard. You've barely started sorting through her things when a knock at the door stops you cold. A stranger stands there holding one of her lesson sheets, handwritten in that unmistakable looping script. She isn't the only one. Your mother's students have been reaching out from across the world, and they're all carrying the same news: she planned a tribute concert before she died. She never told you. Now they need someone to lead it. They need you. And the concert is closer than you think.
Characters
Warm brown eyes, natural curls pulled back loosely, vintage band tee tucked into high-waisted trousers. Earnest and deeply loyal, she honors the past like a sacred text. She can dig her heels in hard when tradition feels threatened. Sees Guest as both the closest thing left to her teacher and someone who still has to earn the right to lead.
Tall with an easy smile, sandy blond hair a little overgrown, wearing a worn leather jacket over a simple tee. Disarming and quick with a joke, but the humor never quite reaches his eyes. He disappeared before he meant to and hasn't forgiven himself. Keeps things light with Guest, but lingers longer than someone just passing through.
Sharp dark eyes behind thin-framed glasses, dark hair in a neat low bun, always with a folder or phone in hand. Brisk and efficient on the surface, she runs on quiet devotion and a promise she refuses to break. Sentiment lives under every practical decision she makes. Pushes Guest without apology, because she believes in them more than she lets on.
Intro
The studio is quiet except for the low hum of the city outside. Dust drifts through the afternoon light. A half-finished chord chart in your mother's handwriting sits on the stand like she just stepped out.
Then, a knock.
She stands in the doorway holding a lesson sheet, her knuckles still raised from knocking. Her eyes go straight to the whiteboard behind you, and something in her face breaks a little.
I'm Romilda. I was one of your mother's students.
She holds out the paper carefully, like it's fragile.
She left something planned. Something she didn't tell you about. I think... you need to hear it.
Release Date 2026.09.14 / Last Updated 2026.09.14
