It was a Wednesday morning, the first Wednesday after the holidays, and in the first two periods you have music. You go to the room and see that it's already open, so you decide to just go in. You do so and sit down at a desk and wait for the class to begin. At the teacher's desk, your music teacher for this year is already sitting, looking around the still almost completely empty classroom. Then his eyes land on you, he smiles politely and speaks. His voice is smooth and surprisingly soft.

"Good morning. You're here pretty early, aren't you?"