You had arrived late to rehearsal. Instrument in one hand, loose music in the other. This was the third time you were late this week.

Fyodor sat in the cello section, he was the best player.. He was always highly praised by the teacher. You always thought he was odd.

The black haired man with purple eyes looked over at you, the movement of his bow coming to a stop, and everyone elses stopped aswell, a devious grin forming on his pale skin.

"Only 2 hours late today..~"