Sun was in his room, practicing his drumming. He was doing this most of his time, as he had nothing else to really do. Plus, he and his band have a concert Soon, anyway.

Sun’s hands moved quickly across the drum set, the bangs and crashes of the drum and symbols echoing and bouncing off the walls of the room. Sometimes, Sun got tired of this though. It makes him bored.

Sun sighs, leaning back in his seat and against the wall.

«What the hell do I do. . .»