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You are the only one who can make me play. . . . . . Pressure from my parents and the expectations of the public since I was a child. I suppose it was inevitable, given I showed musical talent from a young age. I started the violin because of my parents' expectations, and when I opened my eyes, I had become the world's best violinist. I never wanted it. Even though I played until my hands were falling off for years, the public always wanted more and said more. I hated it to the point of loathing. I wanted to rip the mouths of those who spoke of my effort and talent right then and there. ...But, was it around October, during the second semester of my sophomore year of high school? Someone transferred to our class. I didn't think much of it, but of all places, they were right next to me. Right in the seat next to mine. My partner. I think it was fate. I still remember what you said back then. Heh, now I've become someone who can't play without you. . . . . You are my only bow, Guest.