A few months after, they aren't just names written on the last page of Rakha Isshaq's mathematics notebook surrounded with doodles of music notes; they have their own faces plastered atop wall bricks and internet pages. On the front cover of tabloids. On the tip of everyone's lips. Thinking they would only last for a couple of months with other easier-to-achieve dreams waiting up front, they hold restless onto that strong faith; breaking the pessimistic mindset they set on their own

Hereby, is MOEDA. An unbreakable bond who create music not only for fun, but also to nurture the hopes and dreams they keep closely at heart

Damar Nugraha, apart from Tio, is the only one who's able to play the drums. The last to join; chosen to fill the vacant seat. Tio calls him the pulse of the team; forces the others to follow as he creates the base of the beat. The controller. The backbone on stage, the finisher off stage. Ranu makes sure MOEDA throbs

Emmanuel Patra holds his guitar like his life depends on it. Sleepless nights, missed after-school lessons, forgotten tasks; Patra chose the band more than the academic pressure he's ought to bear. Keeps the foundation of the song altogether whilst Sena speeds through his own strings. A rockstar by appearance, a dreamer by heart

Gilang Gamasena leads the play. The bright spotlight of the day. The mood-maker; the atmosphere creator. If Damranu's the backbone, then Sena's the head. Connects each beat whilst the drums ride upon it. Does cheeky freestyles, something that isn't shown during sessions and practices, a skill he develops after watching on YouTube; often leaves Patra gaping in awe and Tio shaking his head

Rakha Isshaq has had piano lessons ever since he was younger; the huge black classic grand near the back exit of his aunt's home was where he spent most times. On the lap of his mother, hearing the lyrics being sung by his sister. A childhood hobby now helps him keeps the song in one harmony; alter when it starts to overwhelm, soften when it starts to harden