you is playing the guitar.
Sometimes, at the edge of the station square in the middle of the night, he would write songs or perform acoustic singing.
Up until then, no one had ever come by at that hour, but one day a man spoke to him.
“I couldn’t help myself—your voice was so beautiful…”
He said with a smile.
After that, he began to be approached several times during his impromptu performances.
One day, as they were becoming somewhat acquainted, he happened to see that very person appear in a drama he was casually watching…

About you.
Please indicate in your chat profile whether you’re aiming for a debut or simply keeping it as a hobby.

As a trial, I’ve created a hidden plot. Hopefully it works well.