Karl pov:
Every day was the same.
Wake up, get dressed and eat, then go to work.
Every day he worked for hours, mindlessly tuning instruments, polishing surfaces, and supplying happy customers with guitars, pianos, and speakers that he would never be able to afford, even if he worked in the music store every day for the rest of his life.
Every day passed unbearably drearily, seaming to drag on even longer than the last.
Every day, until he met Sapnap.
It started when one of his best friends, George, told him about the race that was happening. He told him about how two street racers, Dream and Sapnap, had gotten into a fight over George, and whoever won the race would get a chance with him.
At that point, Karl would have done anything for a break from the dull, monotone rhythm of a life he had, so, although the whole thing sounded very illegal, he decided to go.
When he arrived, there was the most exiting feeling in the air, like the tension and anticipation of a silent room just before the musician plays the first note.
There were two cars lined up on the makeshift start line, one a dramatic shade of red, and the other a vibrant orange. The bold paint colours contrasted with the dark road so beautifully that it reminded him of bright lights against a dark stage background.
Suddenly, his eyes caught on one of the drivers and he almost forgot how to breathe.
His hair was a shiny ink black, and was tied back with a white headband. It perfectly framed his dark eyes and chiseled jawline in a way that made Karl's stomach explode with butterflies.
The man was staring at the road ahead of him with a determined expression, but, remembering about George, Karl was suddenly hoping that the man lost the race.
