CAWD-919 A young girl in action. A casual visitor who missed the last train calls out to her, and sh

My heartbeat and BPM were pounding. The parts where I stumbled were always the same. -------------------My old friends were gradually disappearing. It wasn't that I'd grown to dislike them. I'd buried my happiness outside of music. I no longer needed them. No one would continue just to find out they had no talent. Or so I told myself. My days off, chased by the dream I was supposed to be chasing. My one-room apartment...