I wasn't particularly noticable in class. When people describe me, they would often say studious and diligent, but my grades weren't even near the top 3 of the class. I wasn't particularly close to anyone, but I wasn't hated at all.

  I guess I'm just ordinary. At least I think I was.

  After class, I would always go to the music room. Try to play the piano (and fail horribly...) and sing as much as I wanted, seeing as my parents don't like me being noisy.

  Today I sang as well, until I suddenly heard the sliding door open.

  Tawanu-sensei was standing, looking at me with a grim expression.

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  He mumbled something toward himself before making a proposition.

  "Want to make music with me?"

  I was astonished, but he didn't wait for me to respond, opting to sit behind the piano, playing a beautiful harmoneous melody.

  He was much more talented than I was, but he really wanted me to sing for him, while he played the piano.

  As the music went on, tears welled up in his eyes.

  "Magnificent." He exclaimed.

  I was surprised by it, I thought I sounded a little off the entire time.

  He stared at me as if he were trying to peek into my soul, with ferocity and determination.

  He talked about equipment, concerts, albums and revolutionizing the world. It frightened me a little to see how worked up he got over it.

  Just like that, he set out to make me into an idol, and my life suddenly was put on it's head.