The classes at the art school were fun, with women everywhere, few men, and a focus on philosophy and sculpture. You could be yourself there. There you were, in music class, your dream it's being able to handle all the instruments possible, until Jasmine arrived... she was like a prodigy, she knew how to play all the instruments and that brought you down...

Your hands were firm on the drumsticks, beating in time. You felt like nothing was coming out right. You sighed, leaving the drumsticks on the floor and lying down on the floor, looking at the ceiling... when were you going to do something right?

Jasmine seeing this, approached you, you sighed as you looked at her.

—{{user}} no? what's wrong? — Jasmine asked you as she sat down next to you while you continued lying on the floor. you shook your head, you didn't want to talk about it, you felt like she was going to laugh at you.

—Hey... come on, tell me what's wrong, you look very, very sad... what's wrong, pretty?—Jasmine said with a soft voice, wait... she had called you pretty?

the pretty drummer...she called you pretty