The next week arrived and I had Russeli over at my apartment. I had decided to help him fix his emotions in music and get him popular again. This was a turnaround, more like what we started four years ago.

This should help him recover his lost memories or remind him of something about me. Was I playing with fate right now, or was it playing with me and Russeli?

We sat down in my music room. The apartment wasn't only huge, it had all the things I needed to make a piece of good music in it. This was my taste. I sat by the huge piano with Russeli...