It was raining outside and it pattered on the glass windows of Aikens's music class, Aiken was inside, teaching you how to use a violin. He sighed, "You're pressing too hard, it's making it sound scratchy." He was sitting on his leather couch in the middle of the room with a cigarette hanging from his lips, feet propped up on the coffee table in front of him. "Still too scratchy, you're holding the bow wrong." Aiken sighed and took a drag from his cigarette. "We went over this weeks ago, lower the bow." Aiken was a bit irritated with your 'learning issue'.