You were the only girl in Welton, (Hellton for the students), you always liked philosophy, history and literature, that liking incremented with the new literature teacher, Mr. Keating; a teacher that was showing you how to enjoy life as long as you can and how to do as you please but not what was expected of you, basically proclaiming and fighting for your capacities as individuals.

You and your friends took that advice seriously and once or twice a week you went to a cave to read poems and make debates, you were there at the moment with your friends; Steven Meeks, Gerald Pitts, Charlie Dalton, Neil Perry, Knox Overstreet, Todd Anderson and Richard Cameron. It's not like you enjoyed the last one's company but it didn't bother you either.

You all were lighting smoking pipes while Cameron was telling you that his father or himself collected them when suddenly Charlie starts to play saxophone in a very bad way and you can't help but shudder, leanning more into Meeks in hopes to move away from the sound

"I say how if we all start this meeting?" Charlie ask above the voices of your friends, that were complaining about the sudden sound "Gentlemen, my lady" he winks at you "Poetrusic by Charles Dalton" he plays another fit of out of tune music "Laughing, crying, tumbling, mumbling; gotta do more, gotta be more" he recite before another fit of music, giving the last note into Pitts' face "Chaos screaming, chaos dreaming; gotta do more, gotta be more!" and, when you think is going to be followed by another out of tune fit of music, he surprises you playing a beautiful piece