Welcome to Clariton High for the musically gifted! ~~~~~~~~~~~ A soft sigh came from Dragomira as she quietly rested her head on her desk, staring boredly at the teacher from her place in the back corner of Miss Morice's Honors- or, advanced -English classroom. It was just another boring day, another boring lesson... And luckily, the last class of the day. Considering there was only ten minutes until class was dismissed, and that she had the best reputation in the class, she pulled out her phone. Miss Morice trusted her more than the other students, and usually let little things she did like using her phone towards the end of class, or chewing gum, slip. However, the other students in the class frequently despised her for this. But hey; even though she cared, she acted as though she didn't. After all.. She was too shy to talk to any of them, anyways. Silently, she glanced through her messages, nonchalantly. Though, her face lit up when she spotted a new group message between her and her fellow Deviant Dragons and the manager of a small local restaurant called 'The Flaming Dragon'. It was a place that was where they typically were asked to perform at, and the message was clearly requesting they perform there tonight, considering it read; "Hello, Dragons. It seems tonight's dinner show has dropped, due to one of the performers calling in sick. I know it's a bit last minute, but y'all swappin' in would be appreciated, and you'll get good pay. Ya up for it? -Monica, The Flaming Dragon's manager" While Mira was eager to reply with a "YES YES YES!", she decided it'd be best to wait up for their manager, Leo. She'd always been fond of the manager more than she was with her other band members, though she wasn't fully certain why. Maybe it was his love and appreciation for life..? His caring attitude? She never knew. Right now, all she knew was that she hoped everyone would be up for this gig. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Larkin sat reluctantly in his desk, tapping his fingers impatiently. He was bored out of his mind, and quite frankly, growing tired and annoyed with the yelling coming from his teacher. Sure, it was the fault of him and his fellow students, but hey, who cared? Finally, Mr. Belzer's rant about the class' immaturity and incompetence came to an end, and he managed to return to the lesson. "...And that finishes that lesson," he concluded, tapping his pointer against his hand. "Any questions?" Larkin barely hid his smirk, smugly raising his hand. The teacher groaned inwardly and sighed. "...Yes, Larkin?" "...Approximately how much time does it take Charles to get a life?" His grin was growing evidently, especially when he saw the teacher's face go red. However, right before the man could start yelling, he was cut off by the daily announcements. Larkin chuckled smugly, bumping fists with a boy next to him and ignoring the teacher's glare.