1. A White Winter Key

The Chopin International School of Music, the most prestigious school in the world when it comes to classical music and the school every musician dreams of one day attending.
My name is Yuuma Aoki; however, my friends usually like to refer to me as Aoki.
Just like everyone else, my dream is to also one day attend that school, however there is one problem...

"Aghh?!" Aoki shoots up from his bed in a cold sweat. As he does, light begins to fill his eyes as the beautiful scenery that is his room begins to take place in his eyes. He glances out of the window to see the falling speckles of beautiful snow falling from the sky, he then quickly darts his eyes over to his alarm-clock which seems to be by his bedside to see the time.

1:27 P.M

As he reads each individual number on the clock the sweat on his forehead begins to develop a little more and more as he becomes gradually paler with each passing second. 
Quickly, as if he hadn't just been resting in bed enjoying the window-side scenery, he dresses himself in a fashionable performance attire, to which consists of a black dress shirt and pants.
He ushers himself into his bathroom with intense speed, to which he brushes his teeth with immense speed, forgetting to even fix his own hair as he runs back into the hallway.

 "Oh gosh... Please I can't be late!!" Aoki murmurs to himself as he quickly forces his body in a sluggish fashion down his staircase, slamming and running into thing's on the way as if he had no general sense of direction.

Aoki runs to his front door, hastily and sloppily wearing his shoes to which seem worn out, as he slams open his door in an urgent fashion.

"I'm leaving!" he shouts as he darts out of his home, quickly opening the fence separating his front yard from the outside world. 

As he does so he quickly runs down the street, scenes of houses and stores pass by him as he quickly makes his way down a snow-white road. 

Snow falls around him as he slips on the ice, ruining the performance attire he had gone through so much trouble to wear. He takes a look at the mess he had made, sighs, and shakes off whatever failures had occurred as he stands back up to keep running. He eventually stops when he sees an enormous white building. Aoki makes his way to the entrance as he slams the door open.

When he does, his eyes are completely taken aback by the beautiful scenery, a complete darkness, with chairs slightly filling the exterior parts of his peripheral vision. That wasn't what was so beautiful though, in the center of it all, there was a single beaming light, shining down on a pitch-black grand piano with a girl playing at the end. Her physical features were just as magnificent and as stunning as her performance, with luscious jet-black hair as pretty as the moonlight night, scarlet red eyes that pierced through the darkest shadows, and skin as fair and white as the snow outside.

The beautiful sounds that emanated from her nigh-fantastical playing and from her beautiful stature had Aoki taken aback... With every touch of her delicate fingers each note echoed powerfully, as if each key carried the weight and power of a thousand words. All these things added together to strike a chord in Aoki's heart and so naturally, a tear began to flow down his face. 

Eventually, the beautiful girls playing did come to a soft ending as Aoki still stood in the doorway, captivated and lost by the beauty of her elegance, before being snapped back to reality by the adjudicator...

"Yuuma Aoki.. Is Yuuma Aoki here to perform?"

Aoki's pupils came back to life as he abruptly and quickly answered the judges search.

"Yes.. Yes Yuuma Aoki is here to perform..." Aoki had exclaimed with a wavering voice, still unable to recover from the experience he had just felt.

"Oh good, you may start now after you hand me the sheet music so I can observe the score."
The Judge had spoken with a monotone voice as if the performance just now had only been a dream for Aoki.

Aoki then realized that he had never actually brought his score with him... Patting the pockets to his black dress pants to no avail...

"Haha... I think I might have forgotten it..."