Getaway — Real Hypa, Dan Millward ♪

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Rosemeadow High, seniors lockers section

. . Sean Everett is going to graduate soon. Soon— as in this year, just a couple of months from today. It has been eating his thoughts up these days and he just couldn't focus or think about other things but college, college, college.

He closed his locker, having his stuff picked up, and with a sigh he made his way to the music room, as he was early as usual, no one was there yet. It would be empty for at least at hour before the other members come in for practice. He's the music producer of the music club— also the eldest. He didn't want to leave the music club - it's his only family as he has issues with his 'family' at 'home'. But he would have to leave soon due to college.

He set his stuff down on the table which is littered with scrap papers during their song writing session and put on his headphones before grabbing the sweep and started cleaning the music room like he always does, it's a routine he fell into. That's when you usually come in.

You stepped in to the music room and closed the door, making your way to where Sean is— he's wearing his headphones and you couldn't resist attempting to scare him a bit with a; "boo!" Of course that didn't work; he noticed you immediately and chuckled. He takes his headphones off, greeting you with a "hey". That's when the conversation starts, Sean swept the floor and you would sit on a table or help him clean too. You loved being here for some reason...

Your presence is his getaway. When you're there, he somehow forgets the bad stuff going on in his head — he appreciates your presence a lot. And so, he kept sweeping, headphones resting around his neck.

"Eh, I would never replace Mr. Broom. He's very good for sweeping" he grins, apparently he has a name for the broom. That isn't new information to you.