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Chapter 3; Hi-hat.

I'm all done. I'm going to my drum class now. So sad I have to take the bus, it will take me 30minutes or more to reach that school. 

After 40mins, I'm here in my drum class. So, I'm the only girl here. But actually, we are 2 here but she's kind of uhm.. boyish I guess. We are 20 students including me. The school provides each of us a drum set. That's so cool because they are complete in their equipments. My tuition is worth it. Our classroom is enormous. Then my classmates are so normal, I mean they are not some sort of rockers who's wearing eye liner, who's wearing punk clothes or piercings. I'm wondering if I'm a new student here then our instructor appears in front.

"Good morning." He said.

"Good morning sir." Our teacher is around 30 years old. He's tall. He looks so cool and nice.

"So, you are all beginners. And thank you for coming in my class. Today, I'm going to teach you what are the parts of drums. So are you excited?"

"Yes sir." They all said in unison. Except me.

"Ok. So my little drummies. This is the snare." Drummies? Okay. So what's he thinking? But that sounds cool in some ways.

*Door opens, and there's a boy who enters.*

"Great Kyle, so you are late again." Our instructor said. 

"Can't you see, I just entered a few seconds ago. So I'm... late." That Kyle boy said to our instructor. How sad, that boy doesn't show respect to him. He even have the guts to said that to our instructor?! He's late, then he will just don't show respect and ask for forgiveness. But I think that's the normal way they greet with each other.

"Just take your seat Kyle."

"Where?"

"Here in your drum set." What? He's drum set. Wow that's cool! He have his own drum set. I bet he's special to this school.

"Okay class. Here, this is the bass. Then this is the hi-hat. Then this one is the floor tom. This is the tom 1, here the tom 2. And that's it." Our instructor said.

"Hey." My seatmate greets me.

"Hu..hi." 

"I'm Macy. And you are?"

"I'm Max. Nice to meet you." So she is Macy, she's the boyish girl I'm talking about. 

"So why did you enrolled here?" She asked.

"I just want to?" 

"Really? So you are not sure? Hahaha."

"I don't know. I just want to. And why did you enrolled here?" I asked her.

"Because I want to be with Kyle." Oh my! So she is not boyish. She likes Kyle.

"You like him?"

"Nah, not really. I just admired his talents. I love the way he play the drums."

"Ow. I thought you like him."

"No way. I don't like boys! Hahahaha."

"Is he great?"

"Great what?"

"Is he great in playing the drums?"

"He sure is! You'll know."

"Okay."

"So here class... this is how you will play it. Kyle can you please stand up first and I'll play there in your drums."

"Yes dad, I mean sir." What?!? Our instructor and that Kyle are relatives? Wow. 

"Here, 1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and 1 and 2 and 3 and 4. That's how you will play this hi-hat and snare. Can you get it?"