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Started January 10, 2020 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

tune

He smiled at Brett. "Aww come one, I'm sure you don't sound that bad," he assured him. "But that aside, I'd love to hear you play sometime."

"Pfft, the only people who like it when I sing, are the demons I summon." He laughed, leaning on his elbow. He was rather prone to moving instead of sitting still. Trying out all kinds of different positions. "I mean, isn't there a music hall here? I think there's a drum set too. I was here last year, and I still don't know." He laughed again standing up. "Wanna go look?"

"Yeah, sure!" Ezra stood up and dusted off his pants. "Any clue as to where it might be?" He asked, looking around. It being his first year here, Ezra didn't know the school very well. He wasn't as prone to getting lost as a blind whale.

"Not sure, but I think I do. I believe it's the big building in the middle of the campus." He hummed stretching out. He went back to his normal stance, and tugged down his sleeves to cover his wrists. "Let's go before classes." He smiled starting to jog off to the door.

"Okay." He began jogging after him, running around walls and to the door. He paused for a moment. Wait a minute, he thought to himself, why am I using the door? He facepalmed but used it anyway. He picked up his pace a little bit to catch up with Brett.

Brett came up to the door and pushed it open. He held it open with his foot, waiting for Ezra. "Looks like it's right there, see?" He asked pointing off towards a large round building. "That's the fine arts building, I avoided it like the plague last year. I thought it was the "singing building."" He chuckled some.

"Oh, wow. It looks nice. From the outside anyway." He strode slightly ahead of Brett and toward the building. It had large glass windows. He was practically dying to see inside, so much that he was bouncing a little in excitement. He turned to Brett and pulled him forward by the wrist, taking partial note of how… small the older male was. He decided to disregard it. "Hurry up~" Ezra whined. He was practically like a small child in a toy store, blue and black strands of hair shifting with each tug he made.

Brett was laughing, rather hard actually. He watched Ezra tug him along, stumbling along at a walking pace. "I'm coming, I'm coming. Chillax a little." He teased trying not to trip, landing on his face. He noticed Ezra was rather excited, practically able to bounce off the walls if he wanted to. "You'll rip my arm off or hurt yourself."

"Fine~" He walked up to the door of the fine arts building. They were large and just like the windows, made of glass. Through it, he could hear faint sounds of instruments. He smile grew wider.

"The usual, math, english, science, history." She hummed, stretching out her arms. "Though I have an advanced science class." She mumbled with a light pink on her cheeks. She never liked to boast about herself.

"Oh that's cool! What teachers?" Ran continued, dismissing the slight shade of pink appearing on CJ's cheeks.

"Fine~" He walked up to the door of the fine arts building. They were large and just like the windows, made of glass. Through it, he could hear faint sounds of instruments. He smile grew wider.

Brett pulled his arm away from Ezra and laughed. “Well go on, open the door!” He chuckled gesturing to the door.

"Oh that's cool! What teachers?" Ran continued, dismissing the slight shade of pink appearing on CJ's cheeks.

CJ shrugged, unsure of her teachers. “Don’t know, I’ll have to check later.” She mumbled sinking back into her seat. “What about you?”

Libra sat on a seat near them, taking out a notebook and starting to sketch random things while hearing them talk. It was nice meeting new people in school, especially the people who’ve transferred from another school. She pursed her lips and tapped the eraser of the pencil on her cheek.

"I don't quite remember either… I think there was a Miss… Miss Ro… sorry I can't quite remember the name," Ran apologized, with a soft laugh. "Whatcha drawing there, Libra?" she turned to ask the other girl, who seemed to be drawing some stuff.

"Fine~" He walked up to the door of the fine arts building. They were large and just like the windows, made of glass. Through it, he could hear faint sounds of instruments. His smile grew wider.

Brett pulled his arm away from Ezra and laughed. “Well go on, open the door!” He chuckled gesturing to the door.

Ezra snapped out of his daze and looked at the door handle. He chuckled awkwardly. "Oh yeah, that's what that thing does."

He opened the door and stepped into the large atrium of the building. His eyes sparkled with awe as he looked around the building. He knew he belonged there, no one could tell him otherwise. He bounced up and down as he explored the building, each room bringing him a different joy. He opened the door to one of the relatively smaller rooms, there he found a drum set.

"Brett! Brett, look! A drum set! Now play for me. No excuses."

Brett smiled softly, watching him bounce around excited. He was surprised he was able to keep up with him. When he heard his name called, he jogged up next to him, and sighed. "I have to?" He asked him, looking to him, then the drums. He felt himself clam up, he never really preformed in front of other people, and when he did, it was his brother. His brother always dissing his every move. He wasn't sure if he really wanted to.

"Yes~ please~" he begged. He got on his knees in front of the taller male and put his hands together in front of his face. "Please, oh please, oh please~" He looked into Brett's eyes, face heavily resembling that a puppy.

Brett rubbed his face, rather embarrassed. "Fine… but please stop begging." He mumbled with a heavy sigh. He pushed past the younger man, and strutted up to the drum set. Starring at it, he sighed and sat on the seat. "I need a beat, do you have a favorite song?" He asked softly.

"Yay!" He stretched his arms in a tiny celebration, soon registering the second half of the comment. He got up, dusting off his black denim jeans. He thought of songs that he liked, two fingers making a checkmark that lined his chin. "Umm… I can't think of anything really…" He whispered.

"Well, I don't normally do much of anything, unless it's my own tune." He shrugged picking up a pair of drum sticks. He twiddled them in between his fingers, trying to think of a song to drum to. Coming up with one of the tunes he played with his friends on the weekend, he perked up with a smirk. "Alright, if you can't think of anything, I have a tune I can beat along to."

Ezra noticed Brett's shift in mood and put on a smile of his own. "That sounds great!" he said swaying ever so slightly side to side. His eyes brightened up almost completely distracting from the dark circles around them. He was excited to hear Brett played and it really showed. He pulled over a chair from the corner of the room and sat himself a little bit away from the drum set.

"Alright, here we go." He sucked in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He started a pretty consistent beat, something to nod your head to. Nothing fancy, just any old beat. He started drumming a little harder, humming the song his friend had written. He smiled thinking of her, Connie Hope, though he knew she still didn't like him like that. But nothing was going to wipe that smile from his face as he played the tune on the drums.

Pollux muttered to himself.
"Sass? I still don't see it, but… No matter, we were about to leave and stuff anyway. I don't mind."
He looked back down, packing up his things. He didn't intend to be so curt, but he was feeling a little scatterbrained.

Michael smiled then grabbed his keys for his car

Pollux stood up and slung his backpack over his shoulder.
“We’re driving? Isn’t it within walking distance?”

Michael looked at Pollux and shrugged "I mean we can if you want. I have no problem with walking" he didn't know why his cheeks had grown red but it made him feel awkward