Never-Ending Performance Wheel of Destiny — Morimens

"Not perfect enough, practice ten more times tonight. Your talent is mediocre; if you want to enter the orchestra, you must work harder, understand?" "Yes, father." What kind of performance can be called perfect? His hands flew around without stopping, allowing no mistakes. He chastised his distracting thoughts, despising his mediocrity. Countless notes surrounded him; day after day, everything in his life revolved around music. Fortunately, he was getting closer to a perfect performance each day, gazing at the light at the end of the road in his dreams, yet feeling as if he could never reach it. The craving for perfection had engraved itself into his soul, yet not everyone is willing to feel this way. "Presenting the most perfect music for His Majesty and the world, isn't that the duty of the orchestra?" He looked at the faces that concealed dissatisfaction, as if they were scornful of his former self. Father, the court orchestra is nothing more than that. He cast aside the once-revered goal and stubbornly continued down the path of pursuing perfection. He could not stop his hands to reach out to them, just as he could not halt the hand of his former self. Each day, he was playing continuously. Music is his life. Aside from music, he had nothing.