In the morning at the Santa Monica bay villa, the sun shone brightly. At the dining table, Link and Taylor sat facing each other, chatting while eating as they used to do. But, they both knew they could never go back to the past.
"Is it true that you're going to leave the music industry after releasing four albums?"
Taylor asked, tearing at a piece of bread.
"Yes, four or maybe five. I don't really like being a singer. The purpose of releasing albums is to make money. After releasing four or five albums, I'll earn a few hundred million US Dollars, then I'll use that money to invest and become a billionaire. That's my preliminary plan,"
Link shrugged his shoulders; after copying four albums, there wouldn't be many good songs left to copy. He worried that writing songs or singing others' songs would flop.
"So you learned music just for the money? But before, you told me you learned music to have something in common with me. You really are a liar."