Witness some drama unfold with a familiar face.

You walk through the halls, making your way to the music wing with Angel in tow. You clasp your hand around hers, feeling her soft, delicate skin press against your palm. You don't think anything of it, distracted by your excitement to visit one of your favourite places in school, even if you had to take someone like Angel along with you.

As the two of you reach the music wing, the sound of instruments fills your ears. It's a chaotic dance of 20 different instruments twirling around the halls to their own songs, paying no attention to how in sync they are with each other. You and Angel take in the sight of students preparing their instruments for class, warming up, and making idle chit-chat while they wait for the teacher to reel them in.

You notice a group of four girls arguing off to the side, their shouting somehow managing to cut through the busy sounds of the hallway. As you turn your full attention to the commotion, you recognise one of the girls as your best friend, {best_female_friend}. She's backed into the wall, clutching her clarinet as she's surrounded by three girls, who also are holding their instruments in their hands.