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Chapter 4: Lunch Break to the End of the Day.

I think my judgement is sound when I say the classes went pretty well. At first, everyone was very hesitant at the idea of being together, as I had no doubt would happen, but Damien's cheery nature along with Frisk's and my own support seemed to grow comfortable with each other. All of the monster students seemed very intrigued with the instruments and how easily some of the human students played them. A couple of them were physically unable to play them, but they didn't loose their happy demeanor. If anything, they had even more fun marveling at the others. Those that could play struggled a little, and they got very creative to try and play them. They were great.

After an hour with the first class, everyone happy as they left and chatted among themselves, we had a different class in, and these students all seemed a bit more friendly towards each other. I'm so happy that they managed to get along so quickly. Two students in particular seemed to get along. Two male students - a human and a bird monster - got along very well, sharing a like for guitars and singing. They were off in a corner throughout most of the class, laughing and playing music together, enjoying each other's company. It truly made me smile.

But at the moment, I'm in the cafeteria for lunch duty. I brought a guitar from the music room and I'm trying to strum some random songs while keeping an eye on the students. The younger of the students aging around 11, the oldest at 16. The younger students seem a bit put out and the older students look gloomy. I frown slightly at the gloomy atmosphere of the cafeteria, even the teachers seemed to be down. Why? I cast a glance at Frisk, and she seems to feel it too, frowning as well.
"Why're they so gloomy?" She asks me, looking at me and then out at the students as they converse quietly among each other.
"I have no idea." I reply, turning my attention to my guitar and strum it in a small melody. That's strange, they were all quite happy in the lessons. I fiddle absentmindedly with a tune while I think, but then my attention is fully focused on it. At first, I can't exactly remember the name of the song, so I play it a couple more times, trying to remember the lyrics. Oh! It was that song! An idea pops into my head at my small epiphany and I smile, casting it towards Frisk. She raised her eyebrows with a bemused look at I look at her, then suddenly move to stand on the table we were sat at.
"Hey everyone!" I holler at the full lunch hall. All the student's attention is placed on me as their conversations turned hushed.
"Who here knows the cup song?" I ask with a large grin, knowing everyone will enjoy this regardless of whether they know it or not. A few moments pass, then a human girl from starts the beat with her lunch cup. Some of the other students at her table stare in awe, then from the other side of the hall a monster boy starts the beat in rhythm with her. Through a chain reaction and a little time trying to actually get how to move the cup, most people are doing the beat. A couple of monster and human students look sad at the fact that they either physically can't do the beat or that they can't quite grasp it, but I know how to get around it.
"Frisk, you can sing right?" I ask, stepping down from the table and going to the small empty space in the cafeteria. Frisk swiftly stands up, her hands on the table as her golden eyes widen slightly.
"Oh, no, no! I'm not very good!" She claims, a slight tinge of pink glistening crossing her face at the mention of her talent. I smile and raise my eyebrows at her.
"Come on, for the students?" I ask pleadingly. She tilts her head to the side a bit, her lips in a contemplative smile. She's reluctant but on seeing the hopeful faces of the students giving her a change of heart.
"Oh, alright. You owe me though!" She says with a smile and a giggle. I nod as she walks over to me.
"Good, I still remember the chords for the guitar so start when ever it's comfortable, we've got your back." I say, quickly strumming the guitar, double checking that it's a tune. She nods as I start strumming the first chords of the song and waits for the perfect opportunity to strike.

(skip to 0:53 if you want the music to start insatantly)