[The story opens on a cold september day. The rain is falling high as dozens of people in black attire say goodbye to four young men who perished in a terrible accident. A young man, roughly around the age of 20 is seen in front of the graves kneeling on the ground crying as the bodies are slowly being buried. Several reporters and paparazzi are covering the burial as security moves in front asking everyone to leave, while one of them broadcasts the event live online and it is seen in the home of a young woman]
I could not believe what I was seeing. How insensitive, inconsiderate and disrespectful can one get as to crash a private funeral just to take footage of someone famous in one of the worst moments of their life? Simply inexcusable! I feel horrible to see what this poor man has gone through, especially after all the lengths he went to get to where he was. His name is Lewis Walker: blonde, green eyes, he's been the same ever since I could remember. Ohhh how the time has passed, and how the mighty have fallen.
I never expected a dropout like him to go anywhere. I mean, freshman year, he decided to go in pursuit of some ridiculous dream of becoming famous, turning into a "rock star", and be bathed in spotlight and thunderous applause by raging and screaming fans. Never expected him to actually go that far. I was 3 years ahead of him when he dropped out, and even though I thought it was a stupid idea, I didn't really say anything. I don't know why, I know I should have let him know this would never benefit positively... I guess it doesn't matter. His dream came true I guess, but now I ask myself: how is he gonna get it back after something as tragic as this?
[As she turns off her computer, the girl grabbed her cello and begun to practice a song she wrote, letting her body and soul take over as the song lights up the room and her heart beats as the song plays]