I'm hard at work on the first chapter. It'll take place a few months before the first episode of Your Lie in April. I hope to get the first chapter to at least 3000 words.

But here's a small clip.

The commercial started out innocently. "I love being a kid. I got my whole life ahead of me." The boy said. Just then, suddenly (And I do mean suddenly.) a giant crocodile appeared out of nowhere and lunged at the boy. "NOOOOOOO!" The boy said in a rather bad acting way, as he was violently ripped to shreds.

Y/N covered his mouth in horror. His eyes were wide and he let out a whimper. The commercial then cut to the bloody street as text appeared. "Look both ways before crossing the street." Y/N immediately changed the channel.

"Good gracious. All that for just a safety ad. Yes, public safety is important, but that seems a little extreme for a advertisement on public safety. Plus, I've lived in this city for years, and never once have we had a crocodile problem." Y/N said.

He turned on the news, but nothing good was on. Everyday it was the same thing. Murder, rape, racism, sexism, and affairs. And about seventy five percent of the story's were either not true or misunderstanding's, or overly exaggerated. Y/N changed the channel and sighed sadly. He often wished he could make a TV show. A show that could show the good things in life.

"So much violence in the world. You never see anything positive anymore. Why won't the news show anything positive anymore? After all, a positive mindset brings positive things." He said to himself. He remembered one time when he sent a few tapes of positive story's to the news station. Such as a high school graduate proposing to her boyfriend during her graduation speech, and him saying yes. Another was of a brother and his girlfriend who dressed up as Spider-Man and Wonder Woman for the brothers little sister and other kids at a children's hospital. Another was of a woman who gave birth to twins and it ended up curing her from a illness.

When Y/N gave the story's to the news station, and he was asked to leave. All they told was the story's were "not good enough."

He walked in the living room with a cup of warm milk. As he walked m, he whistled the same tune that he sung in the shower and as he got dressed. He liked the tune but he didn't have any words to go with it.

Quick question, what title sounds better

Won't you be my neighbor?

Or

A beautiful day in the neighborhood.