I have dedicated a majority of my life to playing the piano. Practicing for countless of hours everyday, without rest. Why? you ask. Well, it's because I wanted my father, the world-renowned pianist, to look down and finally acknowledge my presence. But lately, It's feels like it's all for naught. Constant failure and loses in many competitions. After years, I've grown to hate my cold father, who refuses to acknowledge me and had abandoned his own family. One day, I lost a huge chance for my name to be known in the world of classical music. As expected, he listed off all my flaws and left. But before he left, he told me to visit my mother's hometown, saying that I'll find something there that I was lacking. At first, I was reluctant, but I decided to go anyways. And on that day, My world changed completely.