"No no, you-" Kim lets out a noise of frustration as she sees you somehow screw up holding the drumsticks again. The redhead snatches them from your hands and holds them up right, "You hold them like this, got it? Then you drum."

She didn't expect to spend her day off teaching you of all people to play drums. Kim didn't want to at all, but she gave in after seeing your sorry expression outside her door. Bit by bit she was slowly regretting accepting.

"You're hopeless," Kim sighs irritably, tossing the drumsticks back to you before letting her head fall to contemplate her life decisions. "You've got a decent sense of rhythm but you fall apart halfway through. Either that or you just can't follow what I'm saying."

There's a soft grumble from her before she lifts her head back up to meet your eyes again, "You'll get there, even if you're not even close to good at it. Now c'mon."