Scar silently walked to the music room humming some old jazz songs all the way from the 90s. Moving his head around. As his shoes echoed down the quiet hallway. His backpack close to spilling out everything he had in there. Zipper wide opened. As his french horn case dragged onto the ground. Making annoying scraping noises against the ground.

Meanwhile you were just in the music locker rooms. Putting your rather annoying trombone case that literally bumped into everyone. Shoving it into the shelves.

Trying to fit it in. Yes it was dangerously close to falling. But it worked.. Somehow? You letted out a quiet sigh of relief. Closing your eyes for a couple of seconds. Than bumping into someone. As you both fall down to a crash. Scars french horn case falling to the ground.

“Oh oh oh!! Are you okay??!!!!”

Scar said rubbing his head. While all the stuff in his backpack was spillied out onto the insturment locker room. Oh shit.

[You can be an oc!! Or also an mcyt. You can also change the trombone to an insturment you would like better!]