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Memories, dreams, and emotions merged together, scenes of the past played like a movie within her mind, as Emy focused on playing the guitar, she recalled the first time she ever asked her aunt about this instrument.
"Auntie, what's that for?"
"Oh? Are you interested in this guitar, Emy?"
"Yeah!"
"It is to make music! Oh my, you've never seen one before at all? I'm shocked!"
"Dad says that music is made by useless people that don't earn money…"
"W-What? He said that?! Sheesh, he really only cares and focuses on money, doesn't he? That's the only thing my brother cares about, grew up the same as our mother…"
"Like grandma? How was grandma like?"
"Ah, very similar to your father! Grumpy and always saving every little penny!"
"Oh…"
"Hahaha, anyways, do you want to hear me playing the guitar?"
"Eh? Sure!"
