PRELUDE

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It is night. A chestnut haired boy walks across the deserted street and pushes open the glass doors to a musical instruments shop.

"Suga? Is it you?", a voice asked from inside the store. "Yessir", Suga answered. "I'll be leaving for the night. Practice as much as you want... I wish you luck for tomorrow. Don't forget to lock the keys when you go." The older man walked out of the shop after patting he boy's back and handing him the key to the store.

After the owner was out of sight, the boy sat down at the huge grand piano, the only one in the shop. It was too huge for anyone to buy and thus has been left for the entertainment of the customers until someone came to purchase it.

Suga started to play. What magic his fingers wove as they danced on the keys, playing Beethoven, Chopin and other heart melting operas. The night seemed to resonate with his music. But then... He stopped.

It was dawn, and he had to go back to get ready for the day's fight.

Suga went out through the back door of the shop and looked up at the sun. He wished his future was as bright, nice and beautiful like the others. But in reality... Could it ever be so?

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