Thick leaves swayed in the breeze, making the forest look alive, a vast sea of green.

Brett gazed at the forests of silence in his carriage. The coach was taking him further away from his home and to where he really belonged.

As soon as the summer break ended, Brett ran back to Meldovern. The familiar school buildings reminded Brett that he was a musician at heart, not a businessman. Now, he could finally concentrate on practicing again.

Although...

Brett clutched his violin bag tightly. In the front of the bag, he could feel the last documents he brought from Candra - the catalogs of Anthony's pharmaceutical company.

Brett knew he was shooting blindly in the dark. The connection between how his father's health declined abruptly after Anthony became his new business partner and the company's sleeping pill in his father's office was too vague to assume anything. However, Brett couldn't erase the strange suspicion creeping over him and he decided to check the catalogs to examine the ingredients of the medicine more carefully.

Brett has just arrived at his room when he heard a crowd screaming outside. Confused, Brett ran to the balcony and looked outside.

Eddy was walking in the school quad and to the dormitory. Groups of students - mostly girls - were giggling and accumulating around Eddy, asking for his autographs.

Huh.

Brett scoffed as Eddy shyly signed his signature on one of the girl's violin bag.

Apparently, Eddy has become a superstar in Meldovern after his successful solo tours...while Brett was helplessly stuck at his family business without getting barely enough time for practice during the summer. Brett couldn't help but feel a little jealous of Eddy's musical success.

Maybe if he practices enough from now on, he might be able to surprise Eddy during his Candra concert hall performance.

Brett smiled at the idea as he took out his violin to practice, glad to be back in school.

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The second semester was mostly concentrated on getting ready for their Candra concert hall performance during the fall. From morning to night, they worked on refining their pieces over and over again.

"You're going to burn yourself out before you step a foot into that concert hall," Eddy chuckled as he peeped into Brett's practice room late at night. Brett was still practicing, sweat glistening on his forehead.

"It's only a few days before the concert. I need to get ready," Brett muttered.

"You sound perfectly good. You have to learn how to chill," Eddy walked up to Brett, making Brett lower his violin.

"Why are you always distracting me from my practices?" Brett groaned.

"Because I'm very competitive and I don't want you to be better than me," Eddy replied jokingly.

The mere thought that Eddy considers him as a competitor sounded humiliating to Brett. People from all over the country wanted to hear Eddy playing. Eddy's violin performance couldn't be compared to anyone - at least that was how Brett felt.

One in a million years - that was how critics judged Eddy.

"I need to practice more. You can go ahead to the dormitory if you want," Brett shook his head and tried to focus on practicing again.

"Don't practice too late though. I get worried." Eddy lightly kissed Brett on the forehead.

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"...Nothing," Brett murmured, flipping through Anthony's pharmaceutical company catalogs. The company sold pills for heartburn, schizophrenia, and other vastly different disorders but the catalogs contained nothing regarding the sleeping pill.

Brett turned the strange medicine bottle slowly in his head, thinking. The carriage he was riding was nearing Candra now.

Today was the big day for Brett, playing in the Candra concert hall along with Eddy. His brother was supposed to come as a guest, seeing him perform.

Brett put the medicine bottle and the catalog back in the front pocket of his violin bag. This was only a suspicion but he might as well causally tell John about this after the concert.

Brett had his best suit on, his hair neat and tidy. He took a deep breath and walked up the stairs to the Candra concert hall. He has visited here few times with his family and he always dreamed of playing here one day. He couldn't believe it was finally coming true.

Bret went to the backstage where he was designated to prepare before the performance. He took out his violin and began to tune the instrument carefully when a voice called him from behind.

"Mr. Yang."

Brett looked back to face the voice when someone grabbed him from the back roughly, knocking him down. He felt a strong blow to his head and a big hand wrapping his mouth to muffle his cries.

Dizzy from the blow, Brett looked up weakly to the ceiling, his world turning.

"Pardon me."

Brett heard a snicker. Then the world turned black as he sensed another strong blow to the back of his neck.