The seaside conservatory, where practice room melodies drift to merge with the crash of waves 🎶

Students practice in sun-drenched rooms, doors open to the salt breeze. A piano girl plays by an open window. An old drum teacher waits, tapping the tide's rhythm on his knee. On the sun-warmed grass, guys practice new songs. In the nearby cafe, students listen, their coffee growing cold, as the ocean accompanies every note.

Students practice in sun-drenched rooms, doors open to the salt breeze. A piano girl plays by an open window. An old drum teacher waits, tapping the tide's rhythm on his knee. On the sun-warmed grass, guys practice new songs. In the nearby cafe, students listen, their coffee growing cold, as the ocean accompanies every note.