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Guitar across my body, heavy; eyelids closing unwilled, I feel myself slipping.

Am I a disappointment?

Mother's voice echoes in my head "The Music will stop one day, then where will you be." I spin away.

Is this a dream?

Shuichi stands in the street, beaming, and his hand held out to me.

"Hiro," He seems completely unaware of the bus seconds from running him down. I feel my legs pushing me towards him, my hand stretching toward his. "Keep it in your heart." His head cocks to one side, smile stretching wider, "It'll never stop that way."

I freeze as the bus hits him, blood splatters my shoes.

Jolting upright, my guitar is on the floor.