Slash¹²

Music school seemed like a good idea until you actually started having classes. It seemed like the worst thing in the world to you, it seemed like an excuse to make them build scenarios and they rarely had real classes, but it was stuff you already knew.

This was a day when they had real classes; you'd look out the window and the teacher would explain the chords, but honestly, he didn't know how to do his 'job'. 'Major chords of E, minor chords, diminished chords. Blah, blah, blah' was what went into your head And the worst part? Your only friend was sleeping! You hated Slash during those times.

You lost track of time watching the street through the window, until Slash touched your arm and passed you a note. 'Shall we escape?' You looked at him and hesitated.