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It was a quiet day, which was unusual considering your school was well-known for being the loudest since it was all about music. You were sitting next to the window on your maple-colored desk, humming a slight tune as you polished your Electric Guitar. It was midnight black, dark purple lightning streaks covering both sides.
You're one of the top guitarist in this music school, one you've been attending for about six months now. It didn't take long for you to reach this rank, music was in your blood. It came naturally, but there is always room for improvement. You had gotten a scholarship easily with your natural talent, and you were enjoying it to every extent.
You had made a few friends since joining, a somewhat uptight Englishman, loud American, and a guy who claims to be the most awesome person alive. They all played guitar as well, being in your class that was strictly made for playing the amazing instrument. It shocked you a little that your British friend, Arthur, even liked it.