Scaramouche was perfect... Playful, loud, leader of the best volleyball team in your school. Your opposite. Skinny, wimpy, short, quiet, self-taught guitarist.

In physical education, you played on different teams, he threw balls to you quickly, and you couldn’t catch them, or you injured your fingers, so you didn’t play anymore. Scaramouche noticed this and threw the ball in your face because you were falling asleep sitting on the bench

Hey shorty, what's your manners? Go to the field now.