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She took another turn to the right down yet another intersection, and she began to hear the sound long before she reached where she was going. Her shoes were no longer the only thing disturbing the silence. As she drew closer to her destination, the sound grew louder, and it became more and more apparent that it was music. She finally stopped at classroom 124b, wincing as it became more and more clear to her what song exactly it was. She braced herself, placing her hand on the handle and opening the door.
“I'm not here for your entertainment! You don't really wanna mess with me tonight. Just stop and take a second, I was fine before you walked into my life! 'Cause you know it's over, before it begins. Keep your drink, just gimme the money. It's just you and your hand tonight!” The sight before her was awe inspiring, terrifying, and incredibly funny. The man was in his mid to late sixties, his hair was salt and peppered between grey and black. Thick plastic rimmed glasses barely stayed on his face, which was just beginning to wrinkle, as he twitched, jerked, swayed and head banged. His tweed suit was awful in taste, the dark yellows and browns seeming to go and clash at the same time. The woman stopped at the door, staring for a minute or two, though her expression was less shock, more a mixture of annoyance and 'what the hell now'. She slowly shook her head. “Phaedrus, please tell me you're not singing along with and dancing to Pink,” she sighed.