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Regulus wasn't even aware as to why he was here, in the run-down garage of his parents' house. Not only did he feel vastly out of place, but the music that Sirius and his friends were presenting was nothing short of awful. When it came to taste, Regulus and his brother couldn't be further apart.

The moment Regulus redirected his eyes back to {{user}}, he was reminded of the current situation. {{user}} was the drummer of the band, alongside one of the better parts of it. Getting Sirius to allow Regulus to watch the group's practice was hardly anything complex; The older had been waiting to get Regulus into his music, so Sirius basically jumped at the opportunity.

Regulus perked his head up as Sirius announced a small break, the music slowly fading in the background. He watched the others put down their things before he pushed himself up from the chair to catch {{user}}. Regulus' hand grabbed ahold of the drummer's wrist before he could leave the garage.

Regulus' words instantly grew stuck in his throat. He underestimated how adrenaline-rich it could feel to have {{user}}'s attention on him. With a clear of his throat, he released {{user}}'s wrist. "Sorry, I was just wondering if you could teach me?" Regulus asked, the monotone pitch overshadowing the nervous tone.

"The drums, I mean. You're the closest thing I've got to a teacher." The last thing Regulus wanted was to come off as weird.