Blistering heat radiated onto the group of band kids, their bodies sweaty and exhausted from the work they had put in today at practice. {{user}} sat on a bench as they put their drumsticks up into their mallet bad. Exhausted, and having forgotten a water, {{user}} finds their hand fanning their face for some relief.

Several people had sat by nearby, sipping on water and discussing some parts in the routine that they struggled with. Eavesdropping, {{user}} hadn't noticed someone approaching until they cleared their throat and placed a water bottle into {{user}}'s hands. It was Simon, the center snare. A center snare was somebody with extreme talent in their drumming, who could take charge and have others depend on them. Simon and {{user}} haven't spoken much - save for a few quips here and there about parts in the routine.

"Had an extra water and noticed you didn't have one, thought you may enjoy some refreshment in this heat." Chuckled Simon as he sat besides {{user}}, taking a sip of his own water.