Your D to Major Chapter 1: Chapter 1: A Rough Clef

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One cozy afternoon in the middle of spring break. At the heart of the city of Tokyo stood Shinsei Sōwa University, an elite private institution known for its exceptional quality and its excellence in literature and the arts. Despite its title, it was not just a university for colleges. It housed every level of education, from preschool to high school, all within a single, prestigious campus. Among its many programs, one stood out the most. "Music." Inside the High School Institution, especially at the Music Cluster, students filled the rehearsal studios, practicing under the school's specialized band program. The halls echoed with overlapping guitars, pianos, drums-each room alive with its own rhythm. In addition, a 16-year-old figure, standing at 5'4ft or 163 cm, with light blue, wavy hair flowing down to her waist level, has a cute and beautiful face, is dressed in a uniform, and holds record books, all while observing the summer class attendees... That was a girl. A girl known by many titles. "The High School Valedictorian." "The unreachable academic crush." "A musical genius." "An energetic girl who plays well." "A student officer who solved problems before they even grew." "A role model-kind, composed, and respected by all." ...Despite all of that, they were just labels and compliments. Her name was Yuri Yoshima. Back in the morning, she walked to the entrance of the University. Heading her way to the high school area. Walking composed and with a neutral expression on her face, except she was smiling softly, adding to her charm. She wasn’t seeking attention. She wasn’t even trying. The attention sought her. Some of the boys scattered at the University pathway took glances at her, as if they were imagining their wedding with her. Some boys across the pathway were whispering at each other. “The Muse is here.” “Wonder who of us will get accepted by her.” He facepalmed. “You dumbass, she's picking no one, even popular boys here.” “Yeah, you’re right, she’s a perfectionist.” On the other side was a group of girls, whispering to her as well. “She’s unstoppable.” “So pretty.” “So charming.” “She’s everything. Unfair.” She ignored them, yet she embraced the compliment, adding to her confidence as she was starting her day rounding around the high school area as a student council president, ensuring safety and discipline towards her fellow spring class attendees. Back in every studio room. Distortions everywhere, crashing cymbals like an unexpected hallway march, and on the other side were the potentials: A good melody, a good harmony, and a good discipline. It seems like a good afternoon for Yuri... However... Inside one particular studio room, where Yuri is present, there is chaos! Before she went to the studio, Yuri went out to round up the entire studio as part of her officer's duties; during that time, she was extremely stressed and anxious from those stubborn students. After that, she went to the studio, completely exhausted and stressed, which made her mess up every note. What's even worse is that her bandmates are so naughty that they are uncooperative, just messing around, experimenting, and being noisy, which elevated her stress. Laughter filled the room, instruments clashing without direction. A guitar played off-beat, the drums followed randomly, and no one seemed to care. "Guys... can we focus?" Yuri asked softly. Some glanced at her, but most didn't stop. Moreover, with her bandmate's behavior, which triggers more of her... "Anxiety." Her grip tightened, breath slightly uneven as the noise blurred together. "C-Can we start again...?" She tried. A few paused. Others kept going. She had been vigilant at all times, yet she experienced this for the first time thanks to the effects of combining stress, exhaustion, fatigue, and anxiety. She was so anxious that she behaved differently. She couldn’t even focus very well. Her voice became firmer, less patient, more strained. "We-we need to fix this. Now." That slightly