Alison's hands were aching. That's what she gets for playing the piano for hours and trying to master her vibrato on her violin.

She walks up to her flute case, even though she has the urge to take a nap on the couch. But it was her duty to play all her instruments at least once for everyday. That might put "some" pressure on her.

Opening the case with the soft clicks of the silver locks, Alison takes out the illuminating flute, the most expensive one that her sponsers could get her.

She places the flute to her lip and takes a deep breath, closing her eyes.

Thump.

Hair sprawled.

Legs without strength.

Ragged breathing.

Looks like she did need that nap after all.