@Thepotatowithahat upon walking in, Y/N saw a small group of students, all messing around with instruments and speakers. One of the boys in the group looked up at Ashley and Y/N. He has chin length straight black hair covering most of his face. He appeared to be wearing eyeliner. "Ash, who's this?" The boy asked, referencing Y/N. Y/n looked away in embarrassment.
"Ah, well, this is my best friend, Y/N," Ashley responded calmly, putting her arm around Y/N's shoulder.
"Huh. Can you play any instruments, Y/N?" The boy asked Y/N.
"W-well, ah...no..." Y/N responded meekly, staring at her feet.
"Then why'd you bring her, Ash--" the boy began, before being cut off.
"Hey, now, just because she can't play doesn't mean she can't be here. Tell me, Y/N, can you sing?" Another guy's voice asked.
Y/N looked up to see another guy, wearing a flannel, ripped jeans, and a graphic t-shirt. His hair is messy, but neat at the same time. He had beautiful bright blue florescent orbs. "U-u-uh...k-kind of..."Y/N muttered, flustered.
"Well then, let's see what you've got," the boy said, picking up a microphone and tossing it to Y/N.
"H-huh? Now?" Y/N stuttered, catching the mic.
"Yeah, right now. Whenever you're ready, sing your heart out for us," The boy explained, sitting back with a smile.
"O-ok..." Y/N breathed, staring down at the mic. She narrowed her eyes. She knew what she wanted to do.
With a deep breath, she began to sing Fight Song with all the strength she had.