[WrightofLife]

After lurking for so many years here reading so many recounts, I’ve decided to create an account to share some of my experiences back when I was in poly.

Hope y’all like it. Names have been changed for obvious reasons.

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First year in poly wasn’t exactly what I pictured.
IT course meant endless project work, endless coding, and almost no girls in sight.
It wasn’t lonely, exactly. But it felt… dull.

My saving grace was my CCA.
A completely different world.
Here, the rooms smelled of polished wood and rosin dust, bows gliding across strings, soft laughter slipping out from under practice room doors.
And the best this was of course, the girls. Lots of them.

I wasn’t just there for the social life though, I really knew how to play Cello since I learnt it from young, and I also loved music.
Carrying that massive case on my back everywhere made me stick out a little, but I didn’t mind.

Today was a simple sectional session, just a handful of us in a studio to clean up some messy parts before the upcoming concert.
Studio 3C, tucked into the far end of the block.

I was already outside, leaning against the wall, shifting the weight of my cello case awkwardly.

Then I heard the familiar sound of sneakers approaching.
I looked up and it was Clara.

Another cellist, another first-year like me, but somehow she carried herself like she owned every room she walked into.
Oversized black hoodie, tiny shorts peeking out underneath, white sneakers scuffed from wear.
Her body was petite but shaped, slim waist, perky B-cup chest just outlined beneath the drape of her hoodie. Her legs were so fair and toned.
Her face was just as distracting, very innocent with a GND look.

C: “Eh, you sleeping or what?”

Me: “Waiting for you to carry me to the studio lor.”
(I straightened up, giving her a lazy grin.)

C: (rolling her eyes) “Please lah. Later Mr Tan come and scold, you blame me again.”

Me: “You not my shield meh?”

C: (laughs) “Then you better stay behind me later.”

She brushed past me, shoulder grazing mine lightly,not rough, but not entirely accidental either.
There was a faint whiff of her perfume, something light, sweet, a little musky.

We swiped into the studio.
The heavy door swung shut behind us, muting the outside world instantly.

Studio 3C was cool and dim, just strips of LED lights outlining the room.
The walls were layered with thick acoustic panels, giving everything a stillness that felt almost too private.

Clara swung her cello case down onto one of the empty chairs.
She stretched lazily, arms raised high which made her hoodie lift slightly, revealing the smooth line of her lower waist and the faint shadow of her navel.

I caught myself looking for too long and she noticed.

C: (grinning) “Wah, what you looking at? Never see skin before ah?”

Me: “Checking if you secretly trained abs during holidays.”

C: (laughing) “No need abs when got natural beauty.”

She plopped into the chair, tugging her shorts down slightly, sitting cross-legged.
Her bow balanced between her fingers, twirling lazily.

C: “The others coming or not?”

Me: “Later lah. Looks like just us for now.”

She leaned back, hoodie slipping down one shoulder, exposing a smooth line of collarbone.

For now, I unpacked my cello, pretending to focus on tightening the bow, even though I could feel her gaze flicker toward me more than once.

It was just sectional practice.
A normal, boring run-through.

That’s what it was supposed to be.
At least… at first.