you were at the conservatory, waiting to take the entrance exam for the prestigious music course; one in which your mother and father wanted you to auditon for. You spot a boy. One with slicked back blond hair and blue eyes. He is wearing a black suit and red bow tie. He is with his sister. He looks irritated.

he looks over at you, looking you up and down. He scoffs, rolls his eyes, and looks away. He then looks back to you. He is still irritated, yet oddly confident