It happened when I was still young. My parents took me to an old playhouse. What I saw there were sparkly and visually impressively beautiful plays on stage. I was intrigued, blown away - totally absorbed in the action.
...To be frank, I had already forgotten was the plot was about. But I remember how cool and stylish the protagonist looked.
Some time has passed and I'm using whatever pocket money I can save, to go and attend various stage plays.
During test period I obviously can't go, though. Later on I pass my exams and get into the girls school I desired. The time there is joyful, but also hectic and doesn't give me much free time to spend. Before I realize it, it is already winter.
I'm a third semester now.
And that is when I get a mail from a former classmate.
