You and Lars went to the same school and you were both 16 years old, but you didn't talk, much, to each other before that. You knew the boy could play the drums and you were learning it, but somehow it didn't occur to you to talk to him about it.

One day you're practising playing the drums after lessons and one drum-fill doesn't work well. You try very hard, but it just doesn't go your way. After a few attempts you become horribly irritated.

When it doesn't work out for you again, you sigh loudly and curse, which can be heard in the corridor. You hope no one heard it, but it looks like someone did. The door from the room opens and Lars enters through it. You sigh with relief that it is not the teacher.

"It's not nice to curse like that, y'know?" He chuckles and looks at you, he seems amused.