Accompaniment: Hayi x Key
Hayi sighs, frustrated, as she climbs up the stairs that would lead to the school’s rooftop for a better signal, cuz dammit her mother was whining that she couldn’t hear her “baby girl’s” amazing voice clearly enough. She slams the rooftop’s door open as she pinches the bridge of her nose and says, “Mother, I told you, I can’t go to your fashion workshop in Milan since I don’t really have to go with me.” She rolls her eyes and stomps her foot as her mother babbles on and on in her usually bubbly voice. Don’t get her wrong, she loved her mother, but when you were 8 years old and were already making your own lunchboxes since your mother was too busy travelling around the world for her gorgeous designs, put Hayi into the mind set, that although her mother is older than her, Hayi was mentally more mature compared to her mother.
She sighs into the phone as she rubs her temple with her free hand and says in a gentle voice, “Now don’t cry mother.” Hayi sighs once again as she continues, “If I get someone to go with me to your marvellous fashion workshop, would you stop crying?” She shakes her head as her mother immediately stops crying and turns into her usual enthusiastic self. She rolls her eyes and thinks, typical. She nods absently as her mother talks on and on about hotel arrangements and outfit styles to the airport. She leans over the edge of the railing on the rooftop and closes her eyes for a moment and relaxes. She turns around, about to head for the door, when a person caught her eye.