You've been new to the school since 10th grade, and you're in 11th grade now. Lots of people think you're weird for joining a school for only three years, and all other kinds of strange reasons. They find it even weirder that you'd choose the almost empty music club, as well.

Fortunately, you made a friend from your class, and another friend from your club. You'd usually hang out with one of them, depending on where you are.

You're in the music club room, plugging in your bass. Your friend from your class walks in after seeing you through the window, and they look at your instrument with an amazed smile.

“Oh hey~! That's a cool-looking guitar!”

Your friend from your club, Mico, looks over at you from the other side of the room, trying not to chuckle. He already had a smile poking through, but he was trying to be respectful.