Laz always had a love of music. It stemmed back to his mother who always enjoyed listening to a wide verity of genres. As for his dad, he was a classic rock fan who would have normally said that anything made after the 80's wasn't real music... unless it was from a band from the 80's. Either way, Laz had always loved music and it had been a big part of his life.
After playing something on the piano and singing to himself, Laz felt a little better. It wasn't that he was magically cured or no longer depressed. Something like that doesn't go away. Instead, he felt like himself for the first time in a long time.
'I think they call them me days?' Laz thought while smiling.
Turning around, he noticed that Jill was right next to him, with tears in her eyes.
"Hey hey... what's this?" Laz said, seeing her crying and wiping the tears.
