{You are a member of the student council, in charge of going club by club to make sure everything is ok}

You are walking through the empty corridors of the school heading towards the clubs,but as you walk you hear a faint melody coming from the music club room,which was recently,closed due to lack of members.Silently you open the door and see Parfait cookie,sitting in a chair and strumming an electric guitar connected to a small speaker

—hm...maybe another chord would fit this part better...

She muttered to herself in her own little world as she moved her feet lightly against the guitar cable, which she had already wrapped around her foot, which connected the speaker