Félix liked to practise when the classroom's time slot was free. He had a thing against stuffing himself in one of the more soundproof booths, but at the same time Félix was not exactly a drummer or electric guitarist. Plus, he liked the feel of a grand piano over the synthetic weights of a keyboard.
Not many students usually practised in the morning, but this time was different. In the soundproof booths, he could hear the dull measures of a bass thumping away in some adjacent cell. Félix had tried to ignore it, but today just wasn't his day for concentration. Had he had breakfast when should, he'd probably wouldn't be in this mess.
He really didn't want to, but he'd have to ask the person to try and play quieter.
The practice booths were adjacent to the main music classroom, compartmentalized with several rooms behind soundproofed walls. But soundproofing didn't mean absolute silence, and bass especially had a way of sneaking through everything but the thickest material.
Félix approached the offending booth and peeked through the window. He was startled for a moment, as he recognized who was in there. They were in a few of his classes, and not only that, had sent a video all through the music department advertising themselves. Pink-haired twins with apparently diametric personalities.
What were their names again... Sakurai? No. Ssss-something. Félix fumbled for a name, but it was lost to him in the deep sea of memories.
Félix would have tried knocking on the door, but both girls were sporting headphones to drown out their own music. Of course they were... He instead tried waving through the small window, hoping one of them picked up that they had a particular red-eyed guest wanting to talk.
Not many students usually practised in the morning, but this time was different. In the soundproof booths, he could hear the dull measures of a bass thumping away in some adjacent cell. Félix had tried to ignore it, but today just wasn't his day for concentration. Had he had breakfast when should, he'd probably wouldn't be in this mess.
He really didn't want to, but he'd have to ask the person to try and play quieter.
The practice booths were adjacent to the main music classroom, compartmentalized with several rooms behind soundproofed walls. But soundproofing didn't mean absolute silence, and bass especially had a way of sneaking through everything but the thickest material.
Félix approached the offending booth and peeked through the window. He was startled for a moment, as he recognized who was in there. They were in a few of his classes, and not only that, had sent a video all through the music department advertising themselves. Pink-haired twins with apparently diametric personalities.
What were their names again... Sakurai? No. Ssss-something. Félix fumbled for a name, but it was lost to him in the deep sea of memories.
Félix would have tried knocking on the door, but both girls were sporting headphones to drown out their own music. Of course they were... He instead tried waving through the small window, hoping one of them picked up that they had a particular red-eyed guest wanting to talk.