another musical exam had gone by, & of course, chive had passed with flying colours. some runner-up of his, a guy with blond hair too slicked-back for chive’s personal taste, had gotten second place, only just coming behind chive.

the consecutive day, chive was lounging about in the empty auditorium, attempting to chat up a girl he fancied that just to happened to sit next to him—he’d done a pretty good job of flirting so far, despite having compared her to a strip of bacon… he actually began to thought he had a chance with this girl, until the guy from the exam showed up all of a sudden.

he just.. stood there. he asked to sit down, so chive gladly accepted, not even noticing when the girl he was only just talking to stood up briskly & tottered off out on her own way.

“hey, you’re the guy from the concert, right?” chive began, despite knowing full well he’d know those wide eyes & too-slicked back hair anywhere. he rubbed the back of his neck as his thoughts came to the record he’d given him that night as a sort of compensation… chive had placed a record of twisted sisters inside a bach cover as a sort of guise, as a trick to get the fancy fellow to listen to some real music for once.

“about the record, uh…sorry about that. i guess i gave ya the wrong one..?” he shrugged sheepishly, despite knowing damn well he’d done it on purpose.