"Why does it have to be now?" the 15 year old boy grunted, stomping through the halls of the university. The practice rooms are filled with students who are on their phones, watching videos and eating snacks. Some of them are actually practicing, playing their instruments, but he can just feel his anger piling up whenever he peeks inside a room and finds it used by people who are just chilling. No signs of it being used for rehearsing or whatever.

          Glancing at his watch, he sped up, almost running full speed down the stairs. He's got an important audition coming around the corner, he doesn't have the time to idle around. Closing his eyes and breathing deeply, he pushed the doors of the university open and walked out, giving the guard a sign that he's just going to be somewhere near. He looked up at the sky tinted with a golden hue, his eyes glossing over the horizon where the color exploded into an eyecatching orange and vermillion.

          His lips pressed into a thin line. There's no time for admiring the scenery. He adjusted the strap of his violin case. Using his arm as his substitute fingerboard, he made his way to the park, trying to remember the fingerings of the piece. He ignored the eccentric looks people are giving him when he passed by, too focused on practicing.

          In less than five or so minutes, he reached the park with a huff, eyes scanning the place only to find it unusually empty. His eyes looked from right to left, and he spotted a few people here and there, although it's still fewer than usual.

          Shaking his head, he went to his usual spot where he would practice, but the sound of a familiar piece made him stop dead on his tracks. The nostalgic sound lingered in his ears, and he found himself slowly taking steps toward the source. He couldn't be wrong about it. After all, it's one of his favorite pieces, made by one of his favorite composers.

          He reached the clearing where a girl around his age stood, playing the violin, a music stand in front of her. She doesn't seem to notice him as she continued playing, eyes closed. Lucas blinked, his hazel orbs not being able to comprehend the sight before him. He shook his head, hand reaching for his black hair before ruffling them until it turns into a ball of mess. Great, he's never been more confused. It's just a girl practicing. What's wrong with that?

          He looked up, eyes meeting the girl's which made him flinch. The girl simply furrowed her eyebrows, lowering her violin.

          "Can I... help you with something?"

         The girl spoke with such grace that it made Lucas choke on his words. He fumbled for the things he wanted to say, stuttering here and there but the girl simply waited patiently, lips curling into an amused smile as she watched Lucas.

          "U-uh.. Uhm. Was that Zigeunerweisen by Sarasate?"

          The girl blinked. "Yeah, it is." She looked down at Lucas' clothes and added, "You must also be from the same university."

          "Well...." Lucas stared at her uniform, her yellow collar and tie making him gasp. "You are..."

          "Oh, pardon me. I'm Aubrey Lorraine S. Lindley, a 13 year old freshman in Chestershire University of Music."

          'She's 2 years younger than me?!' 15 year old Lucas thought in disbelief. "U-uh. I'm Lucas G. Ainsworth." He reached for his red tie, becoming more and more conscious of his appearance.

         "My apologies. Should I show more respect for a senior?" she asked, eyeing the violin case on Lucas' back.

          "T-that's not—I mean—Uh, calling me Lucas is fine." The male teen stuttered, returning the gaze. "If you let me call you Aubrey," he added with a grin.

          Aubrey returned the smile. "Alright." She extended her arm, then added, "Lucas."

          Little did the two know that the moment they met, it will be the start of their story. A story filled with pleasant harmony, as well as bleak discordance.