Do ya want a story- nah I'll just do a couple of parts
During passing period to his art class, he stared at the black device.
He unlocked it.
32213.
Colorful icons popped up, and Mike told him to press the black one with the green.
Spotify
A list of songs popped up. He plugged his head phones in and pressed shuffle.
Come on and let me know..
Should I stay or should I go?
This was odd.
It was loud, and this guy was singing.
None of the music he'd listened to had words.
Should I cool it or should I blow?
Billie jumped as someone yelled in the song.
Split.
He raised his eyebrows as he sat down in his seat, the music was warping and combining.
Involuntarily, he began tapping his foot on the floor.
The next song sounded nice.
Wooah sweet child o' mine.
Woooah sweet love of mine.
What the heck was this?
Rock? Pop?
Billie couldn't differentiate, since he had never heard anything other than instrumental.
He sat there, listening to the drums, guitars, and vocals.
The device beeped.
It was a combination of different numbers.
#: Billie
Billie stared at the message.
He began typing slowly.
:who I s thIs?
#: it's mike, the one who gave you the phone.
: oh. Hello
#: wyd
:huh?
#: what are you doing?
: oh! I m in arT class
#: is it boring?
: yes.
#: ask to go to the bathroom, and meet me where i gave you the phone.
: okay
Billie asked to go to the restroom, and walked to the spot Mike had told him.
He stood there, waiting for about a minute.
"Come on, we need to leave before they see us out." Mike grabbed Billie's arm, and Billie ran with him, his heart thumping a million beats per second.
They made it outside of school.
Billie stood, paranoid, and looking like a scared puppy.
"So!!" Mike started," What's your deal?"
Billie looked at Mike, confused.
"W-what deal?"
"You said you never heard rock." He gestured to Billie. "What's up with that?"
