The city pulsed with life, its streets a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds. Alex Arthur sat on the edge of his bed, his guitar cradled in his arms. He strummed a soft melody, the notes echoing through the small apartment he shared with his family.
His mother, father, and younger sister were asleep in their rooms, oblivious to the music that filled the night air. Alex's fingers danced across the strings, creating a symphony of emotions. He poured his heart into the music, letting the notes express the feelings he couldn't verbalize.
As he played, Alex felt a sense of peace wash over him. The music was his escape, his sanctuary. It was the one thing that made him feel alive, that made him feel like he was a part of something bigger than himself.
The night air was filled with promise, the stars twinkling like diamonds in the sky. Alex's music drifted out into the night, a gentle breeze carrying the notes away into the darkness.
Little did he know, the next day would change everything. The music would stop, and his world would be forever altered.