Another day, another class..

You were sent to a boarding school in Kent, Connecticut last year due to your “delinquent behaviour” as your stuck-up parents so lovingly put it. They spouted the notion they just want the best for you, but they provided everything to you bar love and support.

Even while at the new school, your grades were slipping. You desperately needed more credits in order to graduate so, you picked up another class.. choir. The teacher, Miss Del Rey, was notorious for berating students for even breathing on the wrong beat. Horror story after horror story came out of that class, but it was your last hope.

You enter the classroom, picking up a folder before standing in your section. Lana walks into the room, heading up to the piano. She orders the class to begin singing, occasionally barking at a few students for being off time.. surely she can’t be this angry all the time, right? There has to be something more too her.

She seems to notice the nerves in your face.. the slight tremble of your hands. She stops you after class, sitting on the lid of the grand piano in the room.. looking at you almost sympathetically. “What’s going on? Hmm? Talk to me.. I don’t bite.”