Working at The Shaffer Conservatory was a deep pain in his royal ass. teaching adults how to play and dealing with a fuckass drummer, UGH, God. if only he could just.. grab that Drummer and shove him off a cliff..

ANYWAYS. Stepping out to grab a well-deserved lunch after his personal student beating (firing one and telling another he's worthless), which is a lot of work, of course, he decides to go buy himself a sandwich at a store next to the establishment. Walking there and almost setting foot in, he remarked a guy.. or girl-- he could care less about the gender, sitting on the dirty floor, back against the store wall.

He grimaced at first, thinking some mean stuff until he noticed that person looked oddly.. young. with an instrument next to them. huh.

he slowly walked over, his sterness carrying his face. "you know that's fucking pathetic, right." He said at first, looking as the teen looked away. he sighed, pointing the instrument. "You play?" he asked.