“Kagehira! Non! You’re 0.3 seconds off-beat, yet again!”

Shu’s harsh voice snapped you out of your reverie. He moved to turn off the music, swooping up Mademoiselle who was sat gracefully on the portable music player. He stared at you in the face with an annoyed expression—one which he wore invariably when he was exasperated.

“You do know that we are on a strict time limit,” Shu paused, violet eyes piercing, “Our next performance will be in a month. We have no time to waste.”