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He scanned the classroom, impressed by the faces that received his introduction. ”Fantastic. It looks like you all actually care about this class! Well, hopefully, if you didn’t see through that little trick of mine I usually make. You know, just to see if there are going to be students who won’t listen to music. I hope I won’t disappoint,” he said, smiling a little. ”Oh right, I also forgot to mention this, but I like to talk a lot...well, not really during music class per se, but you know...in general. Feel free to converse in class about any problems you have or anything. I’m sure there’s a song out there just for that moment.”

Immediately after that statement, Mr. Xavier sat back down at his teacher’s desk, and pulled out a black, worn radio. “I can see that at least one of you is a professional or an aspiring professional, namely Itomi Mayada. You stage name is Red, yes?” He glanced at Itomi, who was not making eye contact. Without eye contact, how could he expect to connect with the audience? Mr. Xavier shook his head mentally. He wasn’t a drama teacher, but music is all in the connection of the human spirit. Eye contact is the basis of this connection. Connor on the other hand, seemed to be more confident, almost mockingly so. Mr. Xavier let this pass.

“First subject I will teach you will be to control your heartbeat.”

Mr. Andrew looked at Itomi’s expression, which displayed much of Itomi’s doubt for Mr. Andrew’s abilities. He frowned. Was this part of teaching? This was only his first year teaching, as he was fresh out of college. What he really wanted to do was to pursue his passion in music, a skill he was gifted in but not so outstanding compared to the many talented musicians also trying to make their way into the world. Mr Andrew rolled his eyes as Itomi edged farther and farther away from him. Was he really that intimidating? Weren’t high school students more mature about these sorts of things? It wasn’t like he was acting any older than them.

“Listen, I’m not a monster or anything. I’m not going to eat you, for pete’s sake,” he said, ”Do you have something against me?

Mr. Andrew was expecting questions about the heartbeat thing. Actually, it was quite a useful skill, especially when under attack. However, its main use in music class was to create the impact of silence before the contrasting start of hopefully a masterpiece.

”Keeping measure with a metronome in beats is ideally good practice for controlling your heartbeat, but realistically speaking, that really isn’t possible. It’s just a fun idea to play with. Also, rather than following the mechanical beat of the metronome, slowing or speeding your heartbeat to create more emphasis on feeling and impact is really what I’m trying to achieve. It also helps with pre-performance jitters.

” I didn’t ask for your name, young boy. You clearly need to be educated in manners. However, as music class is such a cultured class, I can appreciate your taste despite your….slovenly self.” Mr. Xavier scanned the young boy up and down with disdain. Terry looked really small. The oversized sweater didn’t really help. It was amazing how the boy was already 5’4 at his age. Terry towered over the short Mr. Xavier, already 23. That was a joke.

“Are you sure you’re not a woman, Terry? You make my heart go ‘badump, badump.’ Not really, actually. Your short shorts are screaming for the wrong kind of attention, a very disagreeable trait in this classroom. Go take a seat.” He caught sight of Terry’s shoes, ”Nice shoes, by the way,” he said, trying hard not to laugh. Music class seemed very diverse this year. “You said you wanted a nickname, right? How about I call you….Tranny. How about that, Terry?”

It seems that Mr. Xavier has something against short people. Especially if they’re late for class.


OOC sad (It's okay, I approve of late students))

Only One Champion †_ _... ok, thanks smile ... _ _ †

Mr. Xavier was writing something in a small, green spiraled notebook. He preferred writing over typing, despite his ridiculous typing speed of 120 wpm due to his piano playing. ”Hmph,” he said, "interesting tempo change here…” He looked up from his notebook at the furious classroom. He started to laugh. There was something extremely funny about the airs of self-righteousness in the class.

Were they really such good heroes as they seemed to see themselves? There were so many “open-minded” people here. Whether they tolerate him or not depends on their passion for music. Of course, they could leave, but that would just be slamming opportunity’s door shut. As Terry said, there are people like him in the world. Refusing to deal with his type would be like running away from reality. Not like Mr. Xavier should be talking, as he was performing the great art of escapism in his very notebook. What a shy guy.

Speaking of shy men, Conner proved to be something else. However, Mr. Xavier was really expecting more from the soldier boy. Wasn’t he supposed to get shot in the line of duty? Of saving the “innocent” like Tranny? Not like Tranny’s face was real. Cuteness and innocence is merely a mask. Itomi was the most agreeable, winning his initial favor like the sweetness of the first bite of an apple. However, much of that sort of character would be too tiresome. Tranny was more like an annoying terrier than a cat like he initially thought.

However, the onion was peeled too soon, and disappointed, he let his pencil rest in the palm of his hand. What were those cat ears for then? Also, that comment about his jacket...what was Forever 63? Was that a store? Probably somewhere Tranny shops for his clothing. However, green apples are very delicious with apple pie. He should bake some for the next class when if he gets the chance. Maybe Itomi would like red apples, or perhaps he should make a green bean salad with the matching Conner.

"Hey Conner, do you like green beans?"


OOC: Aghh, I didn’t know how to respond to all the posts!! Sorry for the length T.T