Thread: Musical Love (MysticSparxman & ReaperDouble0)

Swapping to 1st person because I write replies faster than and I find it easier, I hope you don't mind I smile a little as I see Dante sitting down right besides me. The teacher got into the room wearing a pair of black pants and a white shirt that was put down into his pants. His hair was white, and he was wearing glasses. Good mornin everyone He started as he walked over to the desk in the center of the front in the room. My name is still Michael. Please open your books at page- He was about to open his own book to check what page-number it was. He usually had tags on the pages he was going to use for each day. But, how would he be able to continue without his precious book? he couldn't of course. Umm... Just read till I get back, it shouldn't take long He leaves the room, and I smile. I start to look out of the window. I wanted to check what car he was driving today. I see him walk into some veteran-car. Aaand we got an hour off! I yell out in the classroom. Everybody yelled out things like 'Yes!' or 'yeah!' and so on. People started to take out stuff like laptops or phones. Some had homework to do though, so they usually started with them. I had all my homework done already. I did them on Monday, and it was Thursday now. I turn over to Dante again. His name is Michael Bronsky. He is half Russian, all though he reminds more of an american. He is 67 and he's already getting senile. On a high level as well. But don't worry about that. As long as you do all the homework he gives us, you should be fine on tests and so on. He lives quite a while away from here, so we got the class off to say it like that. I finish. Now, what to do... I know, let's go around and look at what other people do! We are probably the biggest freak-show of the school, so it got to be fun! I say enthusiastically as I pull him up and pull him with me, but more gentle this time. I start out by going to the back of the class. I walked up to a girl sitting behind the desk with a clearly expensive headset. Hey Anna. What are you doing? I ask as I look at her. I'm finishing SAO. She say to me. I just look at her. SAO? I ask, not understanding. It's an anime. I was planning on watching it while it was airing, but I didn't have time She say before she turned back to the cartoon on her phone. She didn't look exactly strange, but not normal either. She had black hair that went halfway down her back, had a pretty face, even though she didn't wear any makeup, and she was wearing a black T-shirt and a pair of slightly baggy jeans. The only strange thing about her was her height. She was only about 4'8, which made me constantly look down at her. I take a few slow steps away from her. Have fun then... I say to her before I turn away. I will I hear from behind. As you might understood, her name is Anna. To say it like this... She's just as much of a slacker as all of us other, but she's still so smart that if you lost a discussion with her, you'd feel so verbally buttfucked you'd hide under your sheets for a couple weeks I smile as I walk over to someone else. But she's really good at playing drums though I walk over to the next person on my list. Hey Tony, what's up? I ask him, smiling at him. I was still holding around Dante's wrist. New kid, huh? You'll fit straight in, no worries. I was just finishing up my new project He laughs a little. You bother taking out the lights for a short moment? I nod and walk over to the switch and turn it off. People looked arround confused. Tony was wearing the mic the teacher usually used when he was teaching. Now, I present to you... Soap He said. The american national song started playing. And when he started singing, it was about... Something else than what the original was about. It was about... Soap of course. He nailed the song perfectly with his dubbed lyrics. I laugh my ass off through the entire play. When he finish, I put on the lights again. That. Was. Awesome! I say to him, still catching my breath from the laughing. I noticed that even Anna smiled a little. I sat down on one of the desks. Now, Dante... You think you'll fit into our little freak-show? I ask, smiling at him. The class had more or less every kind of person you could imagine. People that taught too much about how they looked, people who cared too little about how they looked, otaku's like Anna All though they were sitting in another end of the room video-gamers, sports-geeks, nerds and bullies, and just general clowns like Tony. Anna Just with the clothes I described. Tony