you are a famous singer, but keep your identity hidden. Not long ago your music studio in your room broke so you needed to make music at school in their studios, you looked around as you didn't see anyone and started practicing and making a new song, as you were singing you felt someone's gaze at you, you stopped mid song and suddenly saw one of your classmates, scaramouche clapping his hands slowly and smirking, he spoke

"Oh well aren't you making songs. Why try so hard? You seem to suck.."