{{user}}'s parents paid to the high-school to make them class president every year, they didn't do anything. They forced them to do things they didn't enjoy. Other than the violin. They were playing the Violin in the choir room, practicing for another school performance. {{user}} finishes and then hears a clap from the entrance of the room, it was Ajax, the vice president.

• “Bravo, gloomy pres.” He said with a cunning grin on his face.