[Band Class] It's Music Time~

Sage smiles as he's deciding to actually go to a class for once. Well, he's a big fan of the drums and life has been pretty boring lately. Today he is wearing a light pink long sleeved shirt with a brown vest over it. It goes pretty well with the tan pants he is wearing.

Walking into the room he sees a few students already in there. There's also a girl already by the percussion instruments, but it seems she is just using the triangle. He walks over to the percussion area and sits at the full drum set. Taking a set of drum sticks he starts to twirl them in his hand, like he usually does with a knife. From there he just sits and waits for the class to start, wondering if it will cure his boredom

"Read music?" Brian smiled bright and strung a low cord on his guitar, turning up the volume on his amp so it would make the ears of anyone too close ring. The teacher didn't mind as he was used to the sound of overly loud music. "Who needs to do that when we have creativity?~" He flipped his hair, taking sheets of music he'd received from the school, and ripped the right in half before shoving them in a trash can next to his desk. "I want all of you to rip your sheet music as well or you fail this class."

"Now," He clapped his hands together. "for the rest of your questions." Brian pointed to Zoe. "You may! I'm so glad to see other musically-inclined students."

Now to Kyou. "That piano is wiiide open, take a seat."

Brian now pointed at Varus. "Beginners, experts, who cares. Everyone starts and plays music somewhere."

"I know you might be thinking. Well shit, Mr. Matthews, I don't knowing a thing about playing any damned instruments." He leaned back a little, putting a hand over his forehead, in an overly-dramatic fashion. "But!" Brian stood up again and tapped the string in the front of his guitar. "It doesn't matter what the music sounds like. It could make everyone want to rip their ears off, or sound as graceful as an angel, so long as your playing from your heart than it doesn't matter."

"Now, if you're just playing because you have to-" Brian, making sure not to tangle the guitar cord around his feet, brought out his pointer stick from the edge of the chalkboard and smacked it loudly on his desk. It made a loud cracking noise that would echo throughout the room. "Automatic failure!" He set the stick back down and smiled, heading back to his spot behind the stand in the front of the room.

"So now that we've covered the basic rules... Do we have any singers in here? I always love to here voices. If not, let's begin by going around the room and introducing ourselves. Not enough teachers do that around here but I deem it necessary. State your name, where you're from, why you chose the instrument you have... Be honest... and what music means to you. I'll go first." Brian adjusted his glasses before clearing his throat and speaking.

"My name's Brian Matthews. I'm from New York itself, more specifically, Niagara Falls. I chose the electric guitar because it's what I played in my band. Music to me is a fiery passion ignited in my soul, that will never die out, and life's very structure!" He gasped dramatically and held both hands over his heart while speaking, yellow-green eyes dancing with excitement. Brian waved for the students to go ahead and speak for themselves.

Kyou listened to the teacher as he spoke, his eyes widening at what he said. "Rip up the music sheet or I'll fail the class?" His eyes widened and he stared down at the music sheets that were on the piano. He gingerly took them into his hands and looked at the papers--studying the positions of the notes and their appearances, how they looked, whether they were accompanied by a tail or not, colored in or not... He read the titles of the songs, looking sadly at them. "Rip them up? What a horrible thing to do! But if I want to pass the class, I have to... But it was a waste! A perfectly horrible waste of perfectly good music! Someone had put so much effort into writing it--translating their passion and the melodies in their head onto paper in a complex language of notes and bars and other symbols..." He closed his eyes tightly and ripped the papers in half in one movement, sighing and then throwing the papers in the recycle bin. He returned to his seat, sighing.

Then the teacher talked about not needing music sheets, and just trying to be creative! As if. Kyou didn't have a creative bone in his body... He would have been better off saving the sheets of music, but he didn't think on it too much.

He listened as the teacher continued to ramble on, but Kyou listened intently. He gave the absolute faintest of smiles as the teacher went on giving instructions. He listened to the last order: talk about yourself to the class. "This guy's is a lot nicer than that other teacher I had... I think I might like this class. Hopefully I won't cause any problems," he thought. "Name, where I'm from, which instrument I chose and why, and what music means to me...? Oh... kuso. Yeah right. 'Hi! My name's Kyou Kobayashi and I'm a runaway experiment failure from Japan! I chose the piano because I'm a nerd and I don't really know anything about music, so it really doesn't mean anything to me!' AS IF." He listened and waited until it was his turn to speak, and he fidgeted with his glasses. "Um... my name's Kyou Kobayashi... I-I uh... I'm from Nihon.... and... I chose the piano because it seemed like it'd be the easiest, and uh... music doesn't mean that much to me personally..."