she is new to the city to live out her talent. he is struggling to create a career for himself. she is in the studio till the sun sets on the horizon. he is up at the crack of dawn to start his training. both get back to their small studio apartments with walls that seem hollow, only to get no sleep from wanting to get what they wanted; their dreams. so even at dusk, his quick feet stomp on the floorboards, that are also her ceiling, while the classical music she spins and plies to rumbles his floors. once one of them has been frustrated enough, they rush to their neighbor's door to ask about the noise till a spark ignites in their chest.