Indigos
Aku
The sound of guitar passages and drum blows that sounded in contrast to the high tone of a woman managed to make the girl who was focusing on the laptop snort frustrated instantly.
His brown eyes stared at the wall beside him as if they could stop those sounds that were not worth hearing.
"When can I run this way?"
Feeling dizzy, the girl in the dark blue hoodie jacket exited the photography room, leaving her laptop on fire towards the next room.
Knocking on the closed door with a slight mix of emotions inside, the door then opened.
A spike-haired young man who was sitting quietly behind the keyboard turned his head then waved cheerfully. "Oi, Jean! Why?"
The entire room was now focusing on Jean who was staring expressionlessly.
"Sorry, can your exercise volume be swallowed? I'm in the next room to disturb" Jean said to the point without answering her classmate's question.
"It's called musical training, I have to make a noise, yes, when we make a tone without a sound" after the only girl in the room.
Jean snorted sharply. "Gue didn't tell me your mouth was diem. I tell the melanin," she said.
"You don't want to bother, you move aja sono, why protest?" High youth with position holding drumsticks.
"Basic rubbish! Do you think this school has you on? I also have the right to feel disturbed, mending it's a good sound, this is it."
Instead of being intimidated, Jean looked back at those who seemed to be getting angry. While the young man who had greeted Jean kindly was only able to remain silent in his place without any intention of interfering.
Wordlessly, Jean turns to leave before a voice stops her.
"Lo thinks your voice is better? The sound of a zinc kayak hit by a rock at aja songong."
What did he say just now? Zinc got a rock? Is not the parable better than the stony sting? God fucking.
Jean looked. Screaming cynically seeing the girl's dead red face. "Lo said it like you've never heard me sing."
"Well, this girl really needs a lesson" the guy with the guitar in his hand started to get hooked after being quiet. "You feel okay, you show your proud voice in retirement next month. That's if you're brave."
"Gue didn't say I was proud of my voice, you know" Jean sneered. "But, thank you for the offer. See you next month, ready for a prize if I win."
With that, Jean actually stepped away into her own excretory room.
Meanwhile, still in the music room, the curly-haired girl was seen glancing towards the young man who had greeted Jean. "Reg. What's the name of the songong girl? Lo know?"
Rega, the young man nodded, "His name is Jean. Jevira Andara."
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Sometimes expectations don't match reality.
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