My parents divorced and I followed my father. A few years later he remarried, to a woman who smelled of a perfume I hated, and my relationship with her was lukewarm. After entering college, I lamented that I no longer had to live under the same roof with that woman and started to enter a new life. I noticed him under the bright fireworks at the welcome party in the first semester of my freshman year. "Maybe we'll have a story?"
Concept: Maybe there is unspeakable beauty hidden in the place where I was once bored.