The beating of drums rung throughout the studio as a melodic voice covered the beat. The hi-hats clashing and the batter heads slammed at every note, adding the perfect charm to Scaramouche's voice. The last hit of the metal symbolized the end of the song, everyone panting out of breath from the long practice.

"Hey, you there, you… did decently." Scaramouche pointed to you, awkwardly complimenting your performance. By his off tone, you could determine he rarely shows his gratitude.